(Giddy) Purposefulness Equals Progress

You know that feeling of deja vu?  Well, what is it when you know you did a thing before, decided to stop doing it, then re-decide to do it again?  That’s how I’m feeling! 🙂

Once upon a time, when I was married, my then-husband and I, would work together on our family business.  I baked vegan confections (cakes, pies, cookies, cobblers, cupcakes, etc.).  He designed all of the marketing materials.  We talked about and implemented business development, strategy and planning.  We were a good team.

Fast forward to today.  I miss those days of being a part of a great team that worked passionately towards a goal.

Sure I write books, and I blog.  However, it’s not the same as being a part of a larger whole.  I realize I enjoy working with others very much.  This is why I loved working on the #IndieRoar Challenge with the great supportive group #IndieBooksBeSeen headed by Mark Shaw.

This is also why I was right there with Tome Tender in promoting other authors, their books and giveaways.  The pace was fast, furious and FUN!

I had great fun when I  pal’d around with the E-Squared group on Twitter created by author New York Times best-selling author, Pam Grout, a positivity guru.

While I still enjoyed what I did with these groups, I still didn’t get that feeling.  You know what I mean.  That deep gut-level sense of rightness.

A shrug of my shoulders is all I gave to this niggling-nagging feeling of incompleteness.

Okay.  This year.  I get sick, and then I got better.  However, I have to get on a strict healthy diet which includes getting filters on all of the water outlets in my home and re-evaluating everything I do.  Then, the Solar Eclipse happens.  It’s almost as if my eyes opened as the sun re-emerged.  Everything in my life felt different.  Yet, nothing really changed…except I had the beginnings of that feeling of rightness — for no reason at all.

Since the 21st, many things began to happen that took no effort on my part.  I just sat/stood (with my mouth hanging ajar) and watched almost as if I were a bystander.  Things got better.  I felt better.  My viewpoint clearly made some sort of shift.  And somehow, by the 26th, I was a part of a group of people who call themselves Diamonds.  (Don’t you just love that?!?)

I am back in the fold of working passionately with a group of people who strive to walk more lightly on the planet while helping people make money along the way.  My writing has shifted focus and my new works are geared around health & wellness topics.  [I still love my fiction and my horror novel though!  But, that’s another story.]

The feeling of being stoked is strong!  My family asked me why I was in such a giddy mood.  I just smiled because it feels good to feel happy.

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Weekend Inspiration Making It All Come Together

There are times when we are so soundly asleep that LIFE must attempt to shake us from our reverie with repeated shocks.  So, imagine a taser touching your skin every, say, 15 seconds.  Yeah.  Life does that.  Maybe not every 15 seconds, but you get the general idea.

You could say America is on this particular wake-up protocol with what is happening with our government.  I daresay, we dread/look forward to the shocking entertaining headlines that we know we will be accosted with as we collectively sip our favorite morning brew.

However, what is the solution?  We cannot just simply wait out the shit storm and hope for the best.  We must each do something meaningful to us that will contribute a small piece of change.

If we all do some small thing, in our own lives, &/or in our social circles, with the intention of making a positive change in the world’s energy (and therefore, the world), something will SHIFT.

There are so many studies about the power of the mind to heal, to save lives, to lift cars off of children.  We are powerful beings yet we give our power over to reading and the virtual version of rubbernecking.  Even sending positive thoughts (and emails) to those in power (senators, congressmen, assemblymen, sigh, and yes, to HIM — Hell, tweet him!), we will share our collective thoughts with those who need to know what we think, feel and want for our country.

WE can make it all come together by being resolute in ourselves and making sure we come from a place of wanting solutions for the vast majority of Americans.

We all live here.  We play here.  We work and love here on this soil that is the U.S. of A.


We love it here (that’s why we really stay!).  We may not want to admit it out loud but we’re proud to be Americans.  Maybe not so much right this second in time but we can get that pride back by conscientious collective action.

Wishing for other people to be our top guy is not going to help us.  It actually does more harm since the person in control may…ahem…take offense. 🙂

Let’s all reign in our fears/anxieties/pain/anguish and do what is needed most — look to find ways to communicate.

No one will know what you think unless you tell them.

Ta-ta for now,


Angels Still With Me

For the last few days, I’ve been contemplating the existence of angels.  Today I’m not sure what happened but I think I have a sweet little (human) angel here in my home with me.

In the process of picking up my daughter from school one of the other parents seemed distressed.  I noticed tears beginning to flow.  My heart went out to them.  I asked if I could help.  As way leads to way, I was walking home with an unscheduled ‘sleepover’ play date.

How it all happened is very odd and hazy to me.  It was sort of like I wasn’t there, but I know I was.  I felt, again, that feeling of rightness as well as all-rightness.

We’re winding down and heading to bed.  It was a rough evening due to many tears and cries for “Mommy.”  But, we sang karaoke-style and danced to some music to shake those blues away.  We all feel pretty darn great right now.

So, it’s off to bed we go with grins and big thanks to the real angels that made this all happen.

One last thing, one the way home a purple Jeep was barreling down the street.  It roared off making sure everyone knew it was there.  What’s so important about a purple Jeep?  Oh, that goes back to a Pam Grout experiment from E-Squared.  Pam believes that we can ask for the good things and receive them but we must believe.  So, to begin building our belief she asks us to ask to see something out of the ordinary to know that we are being ‘heard’ by whatever is out there making the earth stay on its axis and the sun to come up each day.  And yeah, you guessed it.  I asked to see a TRUE purple car back in January 2015.  I had to go to Cuba that summer before I saw my first real purple car — a 50’s Chevy!

And, today I saw TWO purple vehicles today alone.


Here’s a final thought for us from Susan Gregg‘s page:

Angels around us, angels beside us, angels within us.
Angels are watching over you when times are good or stressed.
Their wings wrap gently around you,
Whispering you are loved and blessed. ~ Angel Blessing

Need a Nudge? Here’s a few.

You know when you’re sick of facing the same sh** each and every day?  Not speaking of people and situations, I’m speaking of your own internal (read: mental) garbage that traps inside of a limited (read: tunnel vision) view of the world and how it works?

But, wait — you may say.  How do you even realize that you’re sick and tired of being sick and tired?

Easy.  You have no energy.  You cannot settle on any one thing that you want to do.  You dream of doing things and then find EVERY single reason on the planet you cannot get it done now (or, ever).  A bleak outlook on life.


That’s how you know.

What am I leading up to?  Got no clue.  I just came back from vacation! 🙂  I’m still floating on high from the sun, the gorgeous skies and the clear crystalline sea water. <sigh>

However, back in New York, on the train?  I see faces that are sick and tired of even thinking about their situations.  I see frustration, anger, anxiety.  I see pain on so many faces that are desperately trying to distract themselves from their doldrums with technology and entertainment distractions.

What do you do about it?

Find your passion.  Or, if you can’t find that — find something that interests you.  That makes you smile. That makes you want to interact with others in a manner that approaches normalcy.

Try kayaking on the Hudson River (it’s really a strait but, hey — that’s nitpicking, right?).  It’s absolutely FREE and you’ll definitely get shaken up a bit.

Or, why not try something new like experiencing an escape room game?  Komnata Quest has several locations — Long Island City and in Greenpoint, Brooklyn.  They’re opening up a new location in Manhattan later this year.  Get lost for an hour in a robbery heist — you’re the robber!  Or, why not get locked in a box and have to use your noodle to escape?  (If that doesn’t get you out of your comfort zone I don’t know what will!)

Or, why not go hiking upstate?  New York State is gorgeous especially this time of year when the trees are beginning to turn.  Saratoga Springs is a great place to visit.  And, you can visit the racetrack when you’re there!  (Ooops, race course only open in the summer.)

Perhaps these things are too far off the beaten track (pun intended).

What about discovering a new social media platform that’s a combination of FaceBook, Ebay and WordPress all wrapped up in an easy-to-use interface?  And, it has an app, of course!  You get to click through folks’ hilarious updates.  See their pics (or, close your eyes praying you’ll never see that image EVER again…).  And, you can go shopping for cool stuff, read blogs, and join groups with common interests — all in one spot.  Check it out here.

If none of these suggestions move you in any way — hey — I tried! 🙂

Seriously, stay sane by seeking what makes you happy.  Read a good book such as: Taking the Leap by Pema Chodron, or Start Where You Are also by Chodron.



Don’t want to read?  Check out Brain Sync with Kelly Howell.  These CDs have music that incorporate meditation, binaural beats and subliminal messaging.  The topics cover the gamut of life experiences/issues including losing weight, attracting wealth, stress management, awakening Kundalini, etc.

Okay, I’m done.

Vacation: Jamaica


My brain doesn’t want to write. Why? ‘Cause I’m on vacay!  So, here’s a short blog in pictures on this Writer Wednesday.

Sweetsop Lady

Buying sweetsop coming down off the ‘hill’ in Portmore.


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Me at the top of the ‘hill’. Altitude? 1,000 feet about sea level. In Portmore Jamaica in St. Catherine.


Ackee Saltfish & Food

Breakfast after the major accomplishment of climbing the hill! Ackee and saltfish with ground food and boiled green bananas.


Port Henderson Bulkhead

We stayed at Callie’s Beach House in Port Henderson, right outside of Kingston. Hurricane Ivan came several years ago and this resort had to put up a bulkhead to protect their property from the encroaching Caribbean Sea.


The steep road heading down towards the sea in Portland Jamaica near Port Antonio.

The steep road heading down towards the sea in Portland Jamaica near Port Antonio.

#DiversityRocks in 2016: Black History Month

I am a woman of color. But, I refrain from saying it…out loud. I don’t need to. One glance at me and you know my ethnicity. It’s been like that all my life. It just takes one little look. The blinds come down in a Bay Ridge barber shop. Shutting off the view of a super cool vintage model car display from my two young brown sons.

The shock when I — Rochelle Campbell — who recently traveled to Ireland and worked as a Marketing Director walk into an executive’s office and their mouth drops open (literally). All it took was one little glance.

Or, when “cute” little Black Face dolls were put on my desk facing me by my non-Black employer. I was supposed to put them up somewhere. I refused to even touch them and walked out of the office.  I was barely 22 years old at the time.

BlackFace Tin Metal

Being Black, African-American, Caribbean-American, Asian, Indian or any person of color means that every day you leave your house you are judged. Yes, judged. How you walk. The clothes you wear. Your erudition. Everything is used to assess/calculate/ascertain where you may fall in the scheme of things to those that view us.

It gets to the point where you just pause and wait for the non-Black person to enter the building first — without thinking about it. Why? Because you’re on automatic.

As children, we learned through osmosis how to function when in ‘mixed company.’ We added “Miss” or “Mister” before the first name of a non-Black person. Why? It was a sign of respect.

Purging all of these internal, unconscious learned behaviors is TOUGH. So, tough that sometimes we unwittingly pass it on to our children because it’s so ingrained within our own psyches.

However, I’m not telling my fellow people of color anything new…am I?

It is February 2nd, 2016. It is #BlackHistoryMonth. It is a time for reflection, growth, renewal. It is time for new things. It is time for #DiversityRocks.

It is about time something as simple as a doll, a child’s play thing, by the preeminent doll manufacturer in the world to make a doll that reflects little girls of color.

Barbie Diversity_Jan 2016


It seemed to start with the Ava DuVernay doll; a gift for an awards show.  However, the demand exceeded all expectations.  While this particular diversity change may be more founded on financial gain, it is a welcome change for hundreds upon thousands of households with children who are not White.

Ava DuVernay_Barbie

I’m going to wrap this up with one final thought (rant).  What the heck is wrong with #BlackGirlMagic?!

The Ava doll is #BlackGirlMagic!  It is empowering.  It is not a label depicting anything superhuman/supernatural.  It is not a rant at all against women of other ethnic origins, or races.  It is simply a way to complement ourselves about things we are proud of about ourselves; achievements we have made.

If a similar hashtag for other races of women are out there that are also magical — so be it.  My mother told me that imitation is the highest form of flattery…

Getting off my soap box now.

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Aren’t these young girls magical?  They radiate joy, confidence and a love of life! #BlackGirlMagic

My Secret New Year

Not that kind of secret! 🙂

I’m speaking of Rhonda Byrne’s The Secret.  I began reading it again in preparation for the new year.  I’ve read it in the past and implemented the positive viewpoint/worldview and affirmation to great effect.  I actually won $1K from a scratch-off game about 4 weeks after doing a visualization I created based upon reading this book.  Did I continue the visualizations?  Of course not!  Why?  Who knows.  Fear.  Confusion.  Avoidance.  Probably all of the above.


Back to the present.  I kept feeling like I needed to read The Secret again.  So, I did and am.  I am feeling strong and happy — no matter what is going on.  Yes, I acknowledge a lot of activity and busy-ness occurred this past week.  However, I refused to see it as negative.  It is just the nature of a new thing — this year.  And, a direct result of people having been out of the loop for several weeks.  Everyone was pretty much back and wanted to jump right back in and wanted answers.  Totally normal.  Totally human.  The way I interpret things is very important for my own well-being.

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By using the ideas from the various teachers in The Secret, I was able to navigate my own inner emotional landscape.  This allowed me to get my work done without the extreme emotional responses that I usually experience when Life throws a dozen balls at me all at once.

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Even the folks around me all week noticed my grounded energy and my happiness.  Proof positive that this stuff works!  Another small confirmation: On Monday morning, my first day back in the office I had a package on my desk.  It was a book I requested back in October 2015.  What was the book?  Joyce Meyer’s Power Words: What You Say Can Change Your Life.  [You can’t make this stuff up!]

(Psst…I wrote a teeny bit about Power Words here.)

What have you learned/seen/understood when you used The Secret?