My Cup Overflows

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Part 5:

I left the music world and attended nursing school. Once I completed nursing school, I made a bee-line as my mother used to say for Richmond, Virginia. My plan was to get as far away as possible from my troubles and begin a new life. In my haste to start over, I failed to realize I couldn’t outrun my troubles. My mother tried to convince me to stay home and get a job there until I was on my feet but I just wanted to get away.

After a few years here, I married and had a son; my greatest gift from God next to His Son and salvation. My marriage didn’t last and I found myself a single mother. Single motherhood was a challenge but I embraced it fully; my son was and still is the love of my life. I formed relationships in Richmond but because I was depressed, I attached myself to unhealthy friendships. That old saying, “misery loves company,” is so true. I found myself making poor financial decisions as well.

In the midst of all of my struggles, it seemed my singing career completely dried up. I sang at church but not in the way I had in Delaware. The interesting thing is, I never thought it was me. I thought God had closed the door to my artistic outlets completely. I failed to grasp the fact, I was reaping the harvest of my decisions. It was me who decided not to attend Boston University and pursue my dreams, not God. And because God gives us free will, He didn’t intervene when I made my choice. The fact I was no longer using my gift, sent me further into unrest. I became anxious, grouchy and moody.

As the years passed, my inner turmoil proliferated. I was searching for peace but I didn’t realize the peace I sought was with me all along. You see, God never left my side, he was just waiting on me. I’d grown up in church and knew the Word of God, but as my mother would often tell me, I needed to know God for myself. In other words, I needed a personal relationship with Him. My time of reckoning would come on the heels of the death of a very close cousin.

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The Anatomy of a Stalker: Meet Matthew Turner Woodson

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Lets just get right down to business. My name is Matthew Turner Woodson and I’m Carter’s older brother. Unlike Carter whose a lot more diplomatic, I like to cut to  the chase, if you will. I knew the first time I laid eyes on Asha, she was trouble. There was something about her that bothered me, I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

As she began to harass Carter in the name of love, I realized what concerned me; Asha is insane. Over a period of time the encounters between the two of them began to grow more bizarre and it was all I had within me, not to intervene. Asha made my brother’s life a living hell. (If I didn’t mention it before, now would be a good place to let you know my brother and I are very close. I’m fiercely protective of him and would die or kill for him if need be.)

Carter was eventually forced to notify the police and take out a restraining order against Asha, but she found a way around it. It was at that point, Carter sought personal protection for himself, me and our women. It didn’t matter so much for me, we just wanted the ladies to be safe. Well, as I said earlier, I love my brother and would do whatever I had to do to ensure his happiness and security. Body-guard or no body-guard perhaps it’s time I should pay Ms. Asha Carrington a visit. And Carter, lets just say this is one meeting he will not be privy too. 

J. Carter Woodson never dreamed he’d have to look over his shoulder until he met Asha Carrington. A woman with alluring eyes and a mysterious past. Hell-bent on having Carter in her life, Asha will stop at nothing to until he’s her’s. Follow Carter’s and Asha’s tumultuous journey in The Prey.

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Savannah J, she adds a little sass in every word. 

The Anatomy of a Stalker: Meet Asha Carrington

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I guess you can say my childhood was no different from any other Jane Doe. Oh, please excuse my manners. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Asha Carrington and if you have the time, I’d like to share my story. 

They say, people like me are twisted and deranged. Perhaps victims of child abuse or neglect but I assure you, I’ve experienced neither. I’m just a woman who knows what she wants and doesn’t take no for an answer in my pursuit.  

There is a gentleman, whom I’m very fond of.  I’d even venture to say, I’m in love with him but for some reason he says doesn’t feel the same. Now, I don’t for one minute believe a word of it. Of course he loves me, he’s just afraid to show it. And so, well, I decided to help him release. 

I relocated to be near him. I know his favorite foods, cologne, movies, color, and all other particulars. I’m even aware of his idiosyncrasies. At any given time, I’m never far from him. Don’t tell him but I’ve driven past his home late at night on several occasions to check on him. 

He has often misinterpreted my love and concern for him as some sort of obsession but I see nothing wrong with a little coercion. For instance, it thrills me to no end to see the expression on his face when he looks up and I’m sitting near him at dinner or a movie. He’s asked me repeatedly to stop but I know persistence destroys resistance. Sooner or later, he will accept the fact that I am the love of his life. Until that day, I’ll be right here waiting.

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Savannah J, she puts a little sass in every page.

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The anatomy of a stalker.

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I do believe my most challenging and favorite piece at once is The Prey. And as I develop the characters in the sequel titled Twins: And Then There Were Two, I’m finding it to be equally as demanding. My dilemma as I create the formidable personalities of my protagonist and her allies is, what constitutes the anatomy of a stalker?

I’ve found they can be your friendly and helpful neighbor or a co-worker or the young person who waits on you at the local convenience store. It can be someone with a tragic childhood or not. But always, it’s an individual who seems to come out of nowhere with the ability to steal your peace and wreak havoc in your life.

As I develop Arial’s personality, (my protagonist) and her equally twisted accomplices, the twins Dillon and Doniel  I’d like to share snippets of the story here. Feel free to comment as I go along. Twins: And Then There Were Two is the story of, Arial a deranged young woman with a appetite for murder whose goal is to vindicate her sister. Along the way, she befriends, Dillon and Doniel who voluntarily join her quest for revenge.

I do hope you enjoy the sneak peeks into Twins: And then There Were Two and it prequel The Prey, and my journey into the anatomy of a stalker.

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Savannah J, she adds a little sass to every page.

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Grief

As Father’s Day approaches, I thought of writing a few blogs to honor my father’s memory, but then, I decided to write those another day. Today, I want to share my journey through the grieving process of losing one of my closest cousins. I always figure, we are never the only someones going through something and maybe my story will help someone else.

My cousin, Jeannie and I are the children of two brothers. We were born 3 months apart, to the very day. When I got the news that she had passed suddenly, I literally felt her when she left me. I can only describe it as feeling as if I’d lost my twin.

If someone were to ask me to describe my grief, I’d say it feels like a heavy blanket. When the blanket first covered me, I felt as though I may suffocate. As time has progressed, I’ve found a corner of the blanket that I can lift to breathe and see the sunlight. Although it’s been a few months, I know it’s going to take a long time for me to get to a place where the pain of losing, Jeannie becomes a dull ache. You see, every now and again, I lose my grip on the blanket and again it covers me.

I am fortunate in that I have a strong faith and belief in God; He is my Higher Power and sustains me in my lowest times. I am also fortunate to have a strong support system of family and a few good friends.  There are some however, who are struggling through a grieving process alone. Perhaps they’ve reached out but no one is there.

They’ve made phone call after phone call and no one picks up. They leave messages and no one returns their calls; for whatever reason. These are the people who end up in a state of disrepair. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve made my share of calls and couldn’t reach a soul. But it’s at those times, I dig deep and rely on my faith. In this case, as in any, I know to pray first and then call someone who loved Jeannie like I did.

I remember when she first died, I was speaking with a man who called himself a friend of mine. He asked me how I was coming along; now mind you, we had just buried Jeannie two days prior to this phone call. When I told him I was struggling, he responded I should be happy that Jeannie was at peace. I went on to say, I didn’t feel happy and I was having a rough time of it, he replied that I was going to have to figure out how to deal with her death on my own. I didn’t hear from him for five months after that.

You may be wondering by now, why am I’m sharing all of this with strangers. Well, as I mentioned earlier, we are never the only someones going through something in this journey called life.  If, by sharing my pain and the fact that although the blanket covers me from time to time, I am able find that corner and pull it back, will encourage someone, than it’s well worth it to me.

In closing I’d like to say, perhaps there is someone you may know who is going through a challenge. Maybe this individual has reached out to you or maybe not. Either way, take a few minutes of time and check on them. You may be the someone who is going through; you feel all alone, you’ve reached out and no one reaches back. To you I will say, speak to your doctor, get yourself to a counselor, don’t just suffer alone.

I have fond memories of Jeannie and me and it’s those memories I will hold onto and cherish. It’s those memories that will once again help me to find that corner of the blanket of grief and pull it back. Allowing me to breathe and bask in the beautiful sunshine, just as I know she would want me to do.

Savannah J she adds a little sass to every page.

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“Live Like You Were Dying”

From the desk of Savannah J

Tonight, I had the pleasure of dinning with a group of women, whom I am very fond of, but don’t get to spend much time with. At the beginning of the evening, we shared and caught up. I was shocked and saddened to learn that a former co-worker had buried her husband last fall and I’m sure he wasn’t much older than me. Another in the group shared some concerning news as well.

I sat there listening to everyone, and thinking about how fortunate I am. I have my health and my family including my son, is well. I couldn’t help but think, “There but by the grace of God, go I.” On the way home the song by Tim McGraw, “Live Like You Were Dying,” came to mind.

How many times, do we utter the words, “Live each day as if it were your last,” but yet we fail to do so. We get caught up in the things that mean little, such as riches, possessions, and high powered jobs and pushing our children and spouses to their limits so that we have bragging rights. I mean, lets face it, every child is not a genius and every spouse is not CEO material.

Please don’t get what I’m saying, misconstrued. I am by no means calling anyone’s child or significant other unintelligent, nor am I saying we shouldn’t try our best. What I am saying is meet people where they are; accepting them for who they are.

When I heard my friend say, ‘we’re packing as much as we can into however much time we have left,’ it brought things further into perspective. What really is important to me? To you? On the other hand, during a conversation with my sister, who is set to retire soon, I mentioned that she could now do all the things she’s always wanted to. She turned to me and said, “I already have.”

It occurred to me, my sister has been living her life along. She didn’t wait for retirement or to have a certain amount of money in the bank or to even to have the right person in her life; she simply lived.

After the conversation with my dear friends, I decided that I’m on the right path. I’ve started eating better; realized Valentine’s Day is about more then a romantic relationship; tell my family how much I love them more often, and kiss my adult son whenever I get the notion.  I no longer allow anyone to use me as a trash can for their unhappiness because they refuse to live their best life. And above all, I’m growing in my Spiritual walk.

If you haven’t taken the time to listen to the song, “Live Like You Were Dying,” by Tim McGraw, please take a minute, go to youtube and do so. Even if you don’t, start now, wherever you are, to live your best life. If you’ve never really given it a thought and don’t know where to start, well, just spend some quiet time listening to your heart. All you need to know, is right there.

I wish you peace, Savannah J