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Sunday, July 16, 2017

wonder woman

With all the buzz about the movie Wonder Woman, it’s no wonder that I came across something I wrote in a journal several years ago. Part of a series of poems entitled wild women, I present…

wild women #3…ode to the super sHero

wild women
wear scars like badges
as they fight the hard fight…with love
defend and protect…with no restrictions
ignore the norm.
bucking tradition
they dive into perpetually changing rivers
and surface with childlike wonder and glee.
bare breasted, no breasts
they shiver with shock sensuality
during uninhibited frolic.
dance, climb, drum, play with abandon
are ready for action, regardless,
mounting challenges (and their lovers)
with equal dexterity
sassy vixens not sex victims.

age less with time
are ageless wonders
who are brave beyond the wild pink yonder.
faster than a whirling dervish
the can     
leap tall buildings in peep toe shoes
rock a jean jacket more skillfully than a cape
catch warm moonbeams with their more than capable bare hands.
a halo across their chests,
they soar like powerhouse queens
over risk free metropolis meadows sHeros telling Herstories
never in disguise.

wild women are strong
yet tender warriors.
they demand their rights
are calculatingly cleaver
using their affluence to influence.
investing in the present moment
they are never afraid of what will be what has been what is
don’t need to be told what to do.
and they do wear red.

Inspired by my participation in the Women’s March this past January, I am currently working on a series of collages that honor the super woman and speak to women’s issues. To hear a little about the series and my creative process, click to view a video produced by Art Life/Life Art and… 

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#tinascottlassiter #wonderwoman #wildwomenwearred #wildwomen #women #womensmarch #poems #photography #artlifelifeart #collage #amsterdamart #shero #herstory

Sunday, July 9, 2017

about facebook

I read an article about Facebook’s ability to influence our opinion of ourselves as we view and read posts that may cause us to question our choices, what we're doing, who we know.  It’s human to wonder about our own lives when we see folks going to exotic places, grinning from ear to ear with people we may or may not know at a gathering we’ve not been a part of, read congratulatory posts for fabulous accomplishments, etc. 

Let’s face it, all pun intended, FB can not only be an influencer, it can also be addictive! Add that to working for yourself plus those days when you work at home -- you’ve potentially got the makings for a non productive day. I speak from what I know and what I know is an entire day passed without me realizing the clock was ticking until I looked up and it was 6:00PM. I couldn’t remember if I’d eaten anything or even gone to the bathroom! I’d gotten so distracted by whatever was happening on FB, that I failed to finish what I started at 10:00AM.

Facebook has its merits, this is coming from someone who did an about face, no pun intended, less than a year ago and finally chose to get connected. I've had the pleasure of reconnecting with so many people from my past, folks that meant something to me even though we had lost touch. I’ve actually dined, met for drinks or attended parties with some of them and let me say, a real face-to-face hug beats an emoji any day! That said, and this really is the take-away for today, we’re all where we're supposed to be. If we don't like our current situation, we have the power to change it and spending too much time on FB takes time away from focusing on that change. 

A photograph on Facebook is a snapshot of just one moment, it does not begin to tell the life story of the person(s) looking into the camera. Trust and believe, each and every one of us has experienced the dualities of life destined to appear on our path, only some will choose to post their down moments. So see you when I see you and until then…

keep your peepers open!®

ps…as if I didn’t have enough to keep up with, you can also follow me on twitter and instagram @myeclecticeye

#FB #facebook #keepyourpeepersopen 

Sunday, July 2, 2017

let's celebrate?

As the city prepares to celebrate the 4th of July, I'm reminded of something I wrote a little over a month ago...different holiday, same sentiment. 

memorial day

i walked early before hectic woke
remembering DC, the Hill as it was
viewed from a backseat of wide eyed marvel
eyes landmarking a childhood 
looking sadly now at 
a city in lock down for celebration… 
       a necessity 
                a declaration
                      a contradiction.
my city, like many 
imprisoned by circumstance
penalized with watched corners
subjected to searches
barricaded with silver and stone precaution
strategically placed…just in case.

we celebrate 
praying not now
we celebrate
with cautionary eyes
we celebrate
because life continues no matter,
because our city is 

in lock down for celebration.

Enjoy the food, fireworks and festivities and as you do…

keep your peepers open!®

#keepyourpeepersopen #celebration #july #fireworks #spokenword #holiday

Sunday, June 25, 2017

we march

On January 21, with camera in hand, I headed to the Women’s March in Washington DC capturing several moments that caught my eye, struck a nerve; I snapped and sent, making sure those I knew who could not attend were right there with me. One of them enthusiastically exclaimed that I must share the photographs with others because, bless her, she felt I had seriously captured the mood, sentiment, and electricity of the day in a series of shots presented via text messages in chronological order. For some reason, I did not share them, took more than a month before I posted them on my website

Back in early May, I received or did I see on FB a call to submit photographs and other memorabilia from the March to be considered for an exhibit, “Who’s Looking Back?” which caught my attention. I knew I would submit, reviewed my portfolio, selected five and off they went.

When I arrived at the gallery, I walked into an intimate space, crowded with people looking at walls collaged with over 500 images taken by 100 photographers, one of them being me! I had to wade through chatting bodies to find my pictures, locating four out of five, trying my best to take pictures of my pictures as I squeezed into a spot where I could get the shot! 

It was an exhilarating experience being in a room packed with so much stimulation hitting me from all angles and suddenly I was right back on the Mall on January 21, bodies pressed together in unison for all.

It was oh so right at Gallery O on H this past Friday night for the opening reception. In case you missed, the exhibit will be up through July 28 so please stop by. Until then, below are a few of my photos that aren’t up on the wall, visit my site for more and as always…

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#womensmarch #womensmarchonwashington #exhibit #photography #whoslookingback #keepyourpeepersopen

Sunday, June 18, 2017

who's your daddy

Well this is mine when he was in high school!!!

To all the men who healthily, lovingly and actively take care of, nurture, support, and raise(d) their biological, adopted, foster or other children who may be in their care…Happy Father's Day! Much praise to those who, though they don’t have children, give of themselves and devote time to volunteering as big brothers or mentors…y’all are Fathers too! And finally, on this day may we also remember those Fathers who have passed…you are missed.

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#fathersday #vintagephotographs #praise #inspiration #WhosYourDaddy #keepyourpeepersopen 

Sunday, June 11, 2017


you are a breathing thing.  
a memory to someone. 
a home to a life.
            - nayyirah waheed

When I read this it made me pause for a few moments to reflect, particularly on the last line which immediately got me to thinking about our living bodies as a “home to a life”… 

…thoughts rest in the uppermost level that is our head, minds open or closed like a window…  

…eyes invite light and all that is before us to come in or pull down the shades when there is something we don’t want to see… 
…ears listen for the familiar creaks of our bones, for intruders, react to the unfamiliar, hear what we wish… 

…actions and sounds burst from within when our extremities and mouth are in motion…

…nourishment sits at the table of our belly, waste finding its way to the proper receptacle (or not) without waiting for someone to take it out…

…breath serves as our air conditioning/heating system, skin helping to regulate the temperature of what comes to our doorstep based on its shade… 

…secrets, memories, joy and pain hide in our joints and sometimes need to be acknowledged, even fixed…

…and we decorate the exterior with all kinds of adornment everyday, totally hiding or showing who we really are.

Our body is the living breathing vessel that houses…us. Take good care of your property both outside and especially in, shower your home with gratitude, and coexist with whomever lives in your hood no matter the color of their exterior as you…

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#coexist #sundaythoughts #hometoalife  #mindfulness #inspiration #quotes #vessels #breathe #nayyirahwaheed #keepyourpeepersopen

Sunday, June 4, 2017


I love discovering something new when I walk and the other morning, there was a glorious something new just steps away from my front door!!! Peaceful, serene with water views, it’s a little oasis in the city I can head to when I need a respite or simply wish to spend mindful moments looking and listening to water, air and whatever else reaches out to my eyes, ears, nose and fingers. It’s a “bliss at the quick” spot!

We can all benefit from a few minutes of escape each day, found if we close our eyes and take a few deep breaths. Being outdoors in clean, fresh air can enhance those moments, so go in search of a special place near you sure to be found if you…

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#keepyourpeepersopen #escapes #oasisinthecity #serenity #bliss #mindfulmoments #breathwork

Sunday, May 28, 2017 memory

After the events at the Ariana Grande concert in Manchester and just so much more, it was no accident that I was led to this particular magnolia blossom during my morning walk; even the flowers are praying. 

In memory of the innocents in Manchester (and too many other places), robbed of life by those with no regard for life…

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#manchester #letuspray #arianagrande #magnolia #life #purepeace #keepyourpeepersopen

Sunday, May 21, 2017

turned out

Inspiration for what I write comes from many channels.  One Sunday evening, I tuned in a little early to watch my 9:00 fav (no, not the Housewives!!!) and while I waited, I checked messages on my phone. Out of nowhere I heard my voice speaking out loud, “I want to do something great.” Startled, I looked around then wondered if I had received a subliminal feed from whatever was on the TV as I had no sense of the origin of this sudden declaration. Even more perplexing was the grace, recited at meals when I was a child, suddenly began to play in my mind with an exception -- though it had the same flow, the words were not as I remembered. I grabbed a pen and turned out this verse:

may I do something great 
may I work to do good 
may I always be thankful, as I should.©**

That evening, as I lay down to sleep, the evening prayer I learned when I was a youngster floated into my head. Like earlier, the words were different and as they began to arrange themselves, I drifted off. The next morning, they were waiting…

 as I rise from peaceful sleep 
 body and spirit angels keep…

I wrote out a few more lines; they didn’t capture what I was trying to express so I left the words in wait. Later that week, I delivered a keynote address. As I was reminding myself that once delivered, a message may take time to be received, those who heard it loud and clear from the moment I opened my mouth approached. I was grateful for their words which in turn, breathed affirmation into my soul and spirit. 

The next morning during meditation, I could barely stay focused; anxiously dancing on the tip of my tongue, skipping across my thoughts, and making my fingers tingle was a prayer that turned out to read as follows…

as i rise from peaceful sleep 
mind and spirit, angels keep 
me focused moments i’m awake
on purpose for my soul to take.

i ask the angels please to take, 
every morning as i wake,
my hand to guide me and to keep
me safe until once more i sleep.©**

Once completed, I realized that doing something great perhaps meant that I was to create these verses to give others something to say each morning as they sit down to meditate and/or pray, particularly when they can’t find words of their own. Conceivably, they are for those who want to begin getting in touch with soul and spirit and just don’t know how. It could be that the answer for why new words turned out to match an old familiar rhythm beat by beat is simply…unknown.  

I do not question a gift of the spirit, so please recite, share with others**, and..

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**ps - these verses are ©tina scott lassiter however please feel free to use, print and share by including copyright credit, thank you.

pps…my Sunday 9:00 indulgence is Anthony Bourdain:Parts Unknown…can’t tell you how many nights I’ve climbed into bed ready to go on whatever journey he’s planned! 
#partsunknown #anthonybourdain

ppps - in case you aren’t familiar or have forgotten, the original grace and evening prayer respectively are:

God is great
God is good
Now we thank him for our food

now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
if I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

#prayers #poeticverse # poems #inspiration #keepyourpeepersopen

Sunday, May 14, 2017


It is my belief that we as women have all acted as mothers in some capacity, at some moment in our lives without having to actually give birth to a soul. 

Today and everyday, celebrate yourself, be celebrated, and let us cherish the memories of the Mother’s we have lost. Happy Mother's Day and while you’re doing whatever you choose to do…

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#mothersday #happymothersday #mothers #celebration #keepyourpeepersopen

Sunday, May 7, 2017

new eats

Though I love going out to breakfast, I have to say that it has never been my favorite meal of the day, out and about or not. 

I used to love a bowl of oatmeal all tricked out with raisins or bananas, pecans, cinnamon, a little honey until oats turned on me; cold cereal is truly a thing of the past. I can’t stomach eggs unless they’re in a quiche and though I make some yummy ones, who besides a restaurant is serving that up on the regular. For a hot moment, I was making a yam and banana breakfast pudding until that orange concoction began to feel like I was eating baby food. 

Speaking of orange, I recently began to crave a crunch in the morning, something my green smoothies were not able to satisfy. One morning, I found myself spreading almond butter on a whole grain WASA crisp bread; not bad but, it was missing something. I sprinkled just a dash of pink salt over the top and damn if it didn’t remind me of those orange peanut butter crackers, you know the ones, only mine were brown and open faced. 
A freshly baked authentic croissant, seasonal melons and berries, and a glass of champagne is THE breakfast of choice for this girl. Unfortunately, having all that on the daily is not advised as one glass of the bubbly is never enough. Plus, I’ve yet to find a place that bakes really good croissants so for the moment, I’ll be breaking the fast of sleep with a quick, easy and light breakfast of brown with maybe a little orange juice.

Serving up a taste of lightheartedness this Sunday morning and as you figure out what’s for breakfast (if you got up in time for it)…

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#keepyourpeepersopen #breakfast #breakfastanyone #ilovealmondbutter #healthyeating

Sunday, April 30, 2017

skype me!

I am technology challenged! Sure, I designed one blog and two web sites, taught myself various computer programs over the years, and configured all sorts of other office equipment, but there are other challenges on my frontier that I’ve yet to master; I’m always up for the learning! 

A few weeks ago, I received an email to say that an important meeting would take place via Skype. I went online to set up an account -- bing, bang, done...or so I thought. Prior to the meeting, a friend suggested we Skype to discuss business and MZ. I’M NOW A SKYPER was game! Got my look together, sat down, logged in and when the call came, I clicked the camera. No picture appeared as the incoming call sound kept sounding off. I clicked the phone. More ringing. Clicked I’m not sure what and as the ringing stopped a message popped up about a plug in. WTexpletive!? I attempted to download the plug in…nothing. “Skype me!”, I cussed. After a few more unsuccessful attempts to move off the message screen, my friend called my cell to guide me through whatever I needed to do; by the time we hung up, both of us were exasperated and nothing was resolved. I took a deep breath (or 50) and just got quiet. 
When I get still allowing breaths to replace anxiousness with calm oxygen, I’m able to focus and figure things out. Turns out, I either missed or was not prompted to do the download when I originally set up my account. I maneuvered around and landed on the screen with an active download button that once clicked worked like a charm. Oy f’n vey was all I could say! 

So Skype me and…

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#skype #keepyourpeepersopen

Sunday, April 23, 2017


Telling “your story” means that the story of others may have to be intertwined in the narrative. You question whether or not you should even include their role in your stories as they unfold, wonder how to get around exposing the behavior of people you love and have forgiven while still speaking your own truth, uncovering how your life was affected by their actions and decisions. 

Older and wiser, I am now a more enlightened woman whose life experiences thus far have allowed for growth in many ways. I recently found myself looking back, reflecting on how easy it was for me to act with dismissiveness towards people who were unaware that they were playing a part in stories that were really not about them, stories that were influenced by others stroking a pen over my pages. Fortunately, my mindfulness practice combined with a passion for journaling and a commitment to self reflection has blessed me with the ability to see things clearly, manage buried incidents and emotions when they surface by writing for my eyes only, and take personal action to rectify situations I feel must be set right, especially when innocents are involved.

You can’t go back and change the way you behaved towards and spoke to people, how you shut them down and out of your life because you didn’t know a more appropriate way to channel a hurt and betrayal they did not cause. What you can do is apologize, make amends, start just where you are, and hope for forgiveness as you forgive yourself and the one who guided your pen. I am grateful I was prepared when I arrived at the fork on my path that invited me to be open to the truth behind all of my stories, thankful I accepted the invitation. I am better for it. You will be too if you…

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#stories #storytelling #yourstory #inspiration #keepyourpeepersopen

Sunday, April 16, 2017

p.u.r.e peace

Patience, Understanding, Respect and Empathy... essentials for a path to PEACE here and around the world. And while we're at it, throw in lots of love!

Happy Easter, Happy Passover! If you don't
celebrate either, celebrate life and may we all be champions for peace, pure & simple.

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#peace #peacesymbol #peacesign #purepeace #worldpeace #keepyourpeepersopen

Sunday, April 9, 2017

head wrap

I tied on a beautiful scarf one morning as a fashion accessory (and yes, to cover up undone hair), stepped out the door, and walked to downtown DC. On my way home, I stopped for a moment, startled by a man asking, “Are you a Muslim?” I’ve worn scarves periodically for years only being approached when someone wanted to compliment my head wrap. The man smiled, I realized he meant no harm. I politely said no and moved on, but it’s what I did next that will raise the eyebrows of some.

As I passed by a store, I noticed lots of hats in the window and tucked in to find one to replace the scarf, ashamed of myself on the one hand, on the other, pissed that the current political agenda, which targets people of a different faith, was playing on my psyche. Hat secured, I walked aimlessly around looking at other items, adrenalin lifting scars off my DNA strand; the surge of ancestral defiance rushing from feet to crown was not to be ignored. Hat returned to shelf, I marched out the door holding my scarf wrapped head high as I sauntered on home feeling a bit badass, though not at all proud of my initial reaction.

There will be those who think I should indeed be ashamed of myself, others who don’t, and those who are unsure. Though we like to think we know exactly how we’ll behave in or react to any given situation, my experience has proven that not to be true on more than a few occasions. Like the day I was in a cross walk, heard the sound of a pick up truck picking up speed, saw the face of hate barreling towards me, felt the scars bursting. Rather than move forward or backward, I froze dead in my tracks, pun intended. Fortunately, survival is also written on my strand and its force carried me out of danger as the voice of hate howled in the wind.

We bear the scars, be they beautiful or not. Who we are, what we look like, what we believe, and who we love gives rise to the possibility of new ones forming; let us determine be they beautiful or not, so stay informed, be resilient, and…

keep your peepers open!®

#scars #scarf #ethnicissues #headwrap #keepyourpeepersopen

Sunday, April 2, 2017

rain coming

Dashed out for a walk and morning shoot as the sun broke through the clouds. It had rained and would again; I moved quickly towards the gardens as the sun disappeared. A shot here, another there before heading home trying to stay a few steps ahead of the impending rain. The skies darkened and rumbled, I hastened but alas was caught in a downpour, drenched by a baptism that felt divine.

It’s the unplanned moments that sometimes show us things we would not otherwise behold, so remember to be mindful and…

keep your peepers open!®

#inspiration #mindfulness #keepyourpeepersopen

Sunday, March 26, 2017

face lift

If you’ve been here before, you’re probably blinking your eyes wondering if you’ve landed on the right page. Well hold on Dorothy before you click your heels! You are indeed visiting the eclectic eye and here’s what you need to know…

In September 2016, I decided to take a break from the blog returning  in January 2017 for what was to be a one time appearance. Recently, I set aside several hours over a two week period to review the 733 posts I’d written along with the countless images that accompanied them from Sept ’09 to Sept ’16 and was astonished with the amount of growth, many changes, and things I’d forgotten that took place in that seven year time span! I had to catch my breath as I marveled at all that was my life, captured and recorded on all those Sundays and Wednesdays past and wondered what was ahead. 

On Sunday, March 12, I found myself wanting to share a thought, sat down to post, and an old familiar feeling rushed through me. In a single moment, I decided to begin posting again, but only on Sundays. This past week, without nary a pre-surgical thought, I found myself giving the blog a complete face lift. Background and font colors, layout to a degree, blog title font, main image, images in the gallery, replacing the use of with TiLa, the two letters from my first and last names, slight update to “about me” along with a new pic and my full given name…done. More importantly, the blog has a redefined description that accurately reflects my direction for the messages and images conveyed on its future pages. Looking quite refreshed with a sophisticated flair, it and I are bright-eyed and, as we step out on this spring morning, ready for the reveal!

So stop by the eclectic eye on Sundays and be sure to comment when anything moves you or you just have something to share. Until then, as always…

keep your peepers open!®

ps - If you’re interested in seeing additional images, click on and reach out on the contact page if you’d like to know more about or have an interest in purchasing the collage art or customized photographs.

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