I See The God In You....

So it's been a hot minute....prioritising time for this blog has been less straight forward than I thought it would be! I'm really enjoying the process of attempting to verbalise and express my thoughts though, and I hope y'all are enjoying reading them.


This next one is just something quick and off the top of my head, it's not meant to be some great literary piece, I just wanted to have a go at articulating my thoughts on a certain matter and share how I see things. It is most definitely not intended to offend, to pass judgement or to suggest that other people should share my view - so I hope its taken in the spirit it is intended!



I see the God in You.....

I see god in the curiosity, kindness, enjoyment and acceptance that is so often found in children and so often lost in adults

I do not see god in systems that serve to divide people or that take advantage of our biological tendency to indulge in prejudice
I see god in the man who offers his seat up to a woman and her child on the tube. I do not see god in the man who is too engrossed in his holy book to notice the pregnant woman swaying, stumbling and falling.

I see god in thought provoking lyrics, in the proud barrruuuummppp of trumpets, in the insistent twang of the bass, in the crash of the hi-hat and the playful piano melody.

I see god in strong families and friends, in accepting people for what they are and sticking together through hard times

I do not see god in systems where people profit financially from the hope and faith of others

I do not see god when religion is used as a vehicle for oppression, as an excuse for barbaric practices, as a means to keep people docile and controlled.

I see god in tears, in pain, in knowing that we have an enduring, overwhelming, indescribable ability to care.

I do not see god in judgement, hypocrisy, gossip and 'holier than thou'-ness

I see god in resilience, in hope, in people's ability to overcome

I see god in our desire to make the world a better place

I see god in freedom of expression
I do not see god in ignorance, in fear manifested as omnipotence, as misinterpretations of good intentions

I see god in the fullness of the moon, of the feeling that you are never really alone

I see god in the people who made me who I am, and the people who continue to shape me, mould me and maintain me

I see the god in you....





Miss CS x

Muchos Gracias...

Why Thank you!

Just a quick message to say a big thank you for all the feedback I've been getting from people- and even more so for all the love for this blog. Its a pleasant surprise for real! I'm so so pleased to know that people have found it amusing, engaging and some even inspiring. Also taking on board some of the constructive criticisms....I really appreciate those of you who took time to give me your analysis and hopefully you'll see this blog develop over time!

Next post will follow shortly, till then stay blessed

Miss CS x

Secretly Poetic...

I'm a poet. And I know it. But no-one else does....

It's like there is a seed inside of me. A wonderful, beautiful, decadent seed, so full of promise and potential. This seed is planted in fertile ground, it has impregnated my mind. It is nourished with knowledge and erudition, it is watered with liquid inspiration, it has thick strong roots twisted around philosophical musings, romantic disillusions and the stuff that dreams are made of.

This seed has sprouted. It has set down roots in the depths of my very being, like a parasitic plant living off of my soul. It has grown, developed, matured, it has staked its claim and it is here to stay. Its sinewy tendrils creep into my finger tips, winding themselves around and prompting partially poetic outbursts on the page. These shoots slide silkily over my lips, resting on the tip of my tongue where they refuse to disperse. Teasing, taunting, flirting. Sweet but somehow bitter, never gratifying with the lyrical, spiritual, verbal expression they could so easily surrender to me.

My seed is so resilient, so strong; it has lasted through years of silence, neglect and denial. The seed allowed itself to shrivel, its roots to become knarled and withdrawn....but still it remained.

Whispering....

'Feed me, nourish me, love me'

It whined and whimpered and wheedled its way around my assertions, my indignation and my downright refusal to accept that the seed was truly meant for me. It made honey sweet promises tinged with hope and endless possibilities, luring me in, seducing me with its rhythmical, sensual, graceful prose. It gave me images of the greats, those others who had been blessed by the spark, the ability to commune, and pledged to make me like them. This seed showed me what I could be, and I simply could not resist - powerless, captive, subjecting myself to its will.


 But why won't this seed grow?

 Why will it not allow itself to see the light....to let the light see it?

To branch out, to make its mark - its irrefutable stamp of beauty and self expression. To shape itself into things that look familiar to others, that shock and scare, to reflect the world and dazzle people with its exquisite splendour. Why will it not grow majestic green leaves, flaunting the way it photosynthesises the truth and makes the mundane appear exotic? To bear the fruits of its labour, to reap the glory of all that has been sown and harvest its wisdom. Why will it not spread itself on the wind, touching new minds, setting down new roots, blessing us with the power to articulate, orate and communicate in a divine and potent manner?

Maybe I am simply not ready for the wonders that the seed can endow, or maybe it has not yet soaked in the knowledge it needs to thrive. But for now, me and my poetic seed are at war, it refuses to die, but will not let me express it. And so I remain....secretly poetic.

Miss CS x

Confessions of a Neo-Soul Addict.....

I think neo-soul may have addled my brain. No, seriously, real talk. Ok bear with me.....

I listen to A LOT of music that generally fits within the 'neo soul' genre. Those of you that know me, or recognise the origin of 'honey molasses' or 'miss complex simplicity' will not be surprised by this. I love it. I love it because it is positive music, it is reflective music, it is SOUL music. I love it because I feel it and because it feels me. It makes me smile, its conducive to thoughtfulness, it baffles me, it teases me, sometimes it eludes me. It feeds me, it fuels me, it caresses me, it picks me up, it cradles me, it nourishes me. I love it because sometimes I see myself within it - and the reflection looks good!

BUT....I'm beginning to think that I may listen to too much of it. When I listen to neo soul it helps me to see the best in the world, those 'stop and smell the roses' moments that are so hard to come by in hectic London life. It rose tints things, it prompts me to smile at people, to express myself, to take chances.....it makes me want to love.

I guess so far I'm not doing a good job of highlighting why this addiction may be unhealthy....so let me get to the meat of it. The process of listening to neo soul also presents me with a set of ideals, it informs the way I want my life to look....the way I want to act, the friendships I want to have, the relationships I want to experience.....essentially it helps to develop my expectations.

***** This feels like a good moment to make a necessary disclaimer.....I'm not seriously suggesting I live my life by the code of neo-soul, and that this alone dictates how I live my life......other music affects me too! I joke, I kid *****

Anyway. Now I don't think these are a bad set of expectations to hold - but I am starting to wonder whether they are realistic. Will I ever have a conversation about shell top adidas and cumulus clouds that lives up to the beauty depicted by Jill Scott? Will anyone be my 'Supastar'? Will a beautiful man in a flat-cap ever say anything like the following to me and mean it....

I just want you to know, your whole being is beautiful
Ima do the best that I can do, cuz I'm my best when I'm with you

I just wana nurture it, though this love may hurt a bit,
We dealing with this water love, you even get my daughter love
I wanna build a tribe with you....protect and provide for you
Truth is I can't hide from you, the pimp in me may have to die with you

I fear this is not the case. Am I developing a set of expectations that makes the reality of everyday life feel grey and dismal, that makes my interactions bleak and meaningless, that makes sweet words just not sound deep enough?

Of course actually, its probably just the case that I decide to pay more attention to the positive, beautiful, deep bits, than to the difficult consequences apparent in 'Been In Love' - Phonte & Eric Roberson or the dysfunction seen in 'Hypothetically' - Lyfe Jennings feat Fantasia or the desperate outlook painted by Meshell Ndegeocello in 'Bitterly'.

I'm officially apologise to neo-soul......its not you....its me. But I think I'll still let you cloud my reality sometimes - its prettier that way.

Although on a serious note, what started as a trivial blog post has led me to think about a slightly more intellectual topic - how much does the music we listen to affect our actions and our expectations of life?

Anyway, it feels appropriate to end with a Marsha Ambrosius hook.....

'Music is for life'

Miss CS x

The Intro....

So I've been thinking about doing this for a while, and found myself turning into one of those people who continually talk about what they're planning on doing.....and never do it! So here goes....

This blog is essentially just a testing spot/pilot/trial/ place to practice writing/ dumping ground for my thoughts! The plan is that at some point people will read this....and give me feedback (good and bad please), but also that I'll just get into the habit of writing, and learn to verbalise some of the nonsense that occurs inside my cranium. I'll just be blogging about everyday things that I care about....music, food, politics, work, fashion, things that get me vexated, things that make me giggle etc.....and direly hope other people will find it interesting! :)

I'll also be setting up a rather more specific blog about all things food related soon - so if you like cooking, eating or talking about food please check it out!

First proper post will follow shortly...

Miss CS x