The Performance

Trained

Blistered

Feet

Engage

Shellacked

Layered

Wood

Creating

Beheld

Rhythmic

Masterpiece

One

Fleeting

Moment

photo credit:  Chicaco Artists Resource

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Wanted, Long-term Workers

Job Description & Benefits:

Wanted, enthusiastic workers, immediately for hire,

Maximum job security, very few ever choose to retire

May require some travel to many extraordinary places

Pays in dividends such as smiles, hugs, and happy satisfied faces

Often as your clients age the job challenges may intensify

But not to worry, take blows to the chin, on the Father you can rely

Don’t be surprised that if in time clients take on your looks and ways

For job success, correct them when needed, but ALWAYS save room for praise

No experience required, make mental notes and train along the way

There’s no manual, so share your gained wisdom with co-workers without delay

You see this job has a huge network, we encourage reaching out to your peers

However, the measure of success may not be seen for many long & grueling years

The organizational chart is made of fathers, sisters, aunts, uncles and brothers

Bypass the glass ceiling by taking the wisdom of grandfathers and grandmothers

This job is of great importance, NO, not president,  scientist or actor on a sitcom 

For with gratitude I’ve had the pleasure of being blessed to serve in this job called “MOM”

I thank our Heavenly Father every day that I haven’t had to do it alone

For to raise a child with support from a village propels him to achieve every milestone

villagetoraisechildBig thanks to all of the parents, grandparents and extended family as well as friends that take part daily to make a positive impact in support of the children, our future.  Keep your head up and know that we all make a difference.  One love Ya’ll!👪❤💕

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Glass Box

The girl sat alone in her own glass box

Observing others in theirs

Her box labled Dancer

Another’s marked Teacher

The next, Doctor…and an endless line of labeled boxes followed

A voice called out and asked,

“What are you?”

The girl nervously replied, “I guess I’m a dancer, that’s what the label says”

“Come out, my child”, the calm, still voice softly commanded

“Can I?…. should I?” said the timid girl. “But what will people think?”

And the voice said, “Let me worry about that and just be what I created you to be.”

As she slowly opened the door, still a bit intimidated, she took one step out of the glass

With the next step, she noticed her neighbor’s glass door opening

Before she knew it, others were doing the same

They felt free for the first time to become who they were

Free of labels and endless possibilities

Purify Me

Dehydration, Neglected governmental obligation, Improper sanitation….Flint’s plight

Rejuvenation, Replenishes after intoxication, Lack of causes constipation…an oversight?

Water

8 cups per day to maintain, amazingly staves off a migraine, the Father’s early and latter rains….blessing

But when people are deprived, children suffer failure to thrive, shouldn’t be this hard to survive!….curses

Water

Don’t take it for granted, necessity for seeds planted, politicians’ promises recanted…need action!

Purifies the body and soul, helping our fellowman is our goal, oppose population control…fight back!

Water

Don’t forget since 2014 those in Flint, Michigan and so many other forgotten places

have been in crisis and left without proper drinking water

Do Your Part!

Take Action!

Help Flint Michigan

Love Dance

This narrative tells the story of two lovers through my eyes as a dancer and admirer of music, particularly 90’s R&B.  I hope you enjoy and feedback as well as constructive criticism is always welcome!

So young in the beginning, she politely accepted his hand as he asked her to dance.  As he led her to the dance floor, she thought, “I’m not his type”.  The music was so soft but yet alluring.  Something different about him, she thought.  His confidence made her head twirl and her imagination tip toed into the future, a soft bourree’ into places in her mind she would not dare share with anyone, for certain not him.  Would she dare dream that he is the ONE?

The music sped up and became a bit louder as the song transitioned into a conscious hip hop beat, making the young couples’ hearts saute with delight, and as the tempo slowed into “Baby I’m Yours” by Shai, they realized they were drawn in very closely by an irresistible force, into a lover’s embrace. Her head finding a niche to rest on his chest as she studied his heartbeat. She liked that rhythm.  All others on the dance floor faded away into faceless characters as the two held each other as if already a pair, both silently hoping that the DJ would play another song like this one.  I need more time, he thought.  But she went with the rhythm of the new song and encouraged him to do the same as she flirted with him through the movement of her hips, although subtle and a bit shy and unassured.  She didn’t want to be hurt again.  Could she be the ONE, he thought?

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What’s My Motivation?

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Woke up this morning, feeling relieved to see another day, but mind resisting the waves of tasks that come in to invade and away,  then suddenly comes that recurring flood that I call…..Sunday.

Body tired cause once again thought I could cheat my circadian rhythm, into thinking I could only sleep five hours, battle of the mind, brain schism, right versus left brain then back to realism.

Just the adversary trying to get me to doubt my ability that the Almighty Father has instilled in me to aid in the execution of each and every task with precision and agility.

“So what’s my motivation” I thought to myself.

Could it be that my children need me to get out of this warm & cozy bed?  Not ready yet, doubts swirling, body aches, brain dead; in creeps a still voice whispering, “Fear not, don’t dread!”

So I choose to listen to it instead

Maybe it’s my morning prayers that beg to be recited, that give me wisdom to conquer spiritual battles, and if failed could leave me over-excited and yes, ……even indicted

Then I put into the forefront of my mind that those that came to be at some time or were born blind, would gladly wake up eager to not only read,  but be extremely inclined To engulf the beauty around them that we so often think…….. “never mind”

What’s my motivation?

Do I get up today for that 9 to 5 that’s mos def not in the 5 year plan to keep us alive, not to mention help our children to propel forward and thrive

Then, yet again, that still voice said, “Rise and see what marvelous things await you today

Let Me worry about the tasks, the problems and your pay.  Each time you awake, see it as a present or even a bouquet.

From Me my child

It’s up to us to figure out how to use that present in order to be of service to Him

and a blessing to others just like the bouquet of flowers, petals and stem

He is my perpetual motivation, for without Him, I surely would cease to exist

The still voice has and always will be my Creator urging me to persist

Thank you Heavenly Father for your mercy, this gift, and the bouquet

and all of the many blessings from the past and future ones you are sending my way

Perception

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When you look at the picture, what do you see?  

Am I smiling, sad, or just wearing a pleasant expression that tells the world a summary of what I want to portray?  And how do you know what’s reality; is it just all for display?  If you had to summarize me, what would you say?

How can our perception of things be so very wrong? 

Sometimes it’s like judging a book by it’s cover as we so often quote.  Other times, it’s like the famous idiom, seeing your glass half empty instead of half full, a wise person wrote.  Like after reading this, what will be your perception of this anecdote?

See here is the thing, how we see others and a given situation can depend on our own state of mind.  What is truly reality can get tangled up and unfortunately intertwined and combined with our own experiences.  You may be thinking….so what!  But before you brush it all off as no big deal, think about how this affects the people who could have been in your life but you dismissed them as not “for real”; the reason why the world has become so cold and some of us can no longer feel…that empathy for one another.

Man, perception is a mutha!

Oh, and by the way, in that pic……I was smiling, it was a good day!

So next time you think negatively of your sister or brother, have a bit more compassion and don’t let negative perception prevent a relationship from going further.

Do You Love Me?

Starting something new in 2017!  A short poem from yours truly illustrating how in my imagination the Father may define LOVE as it pertains to His relationship with us. Do you love me enough toR…

Source: Do You #Love Me?”

“Violence” Poem by Gabby Y

A poem by a very talented friend of mine, Gabby Y.  Pray to see more of her beautiful work soon!

violence

Bloodshed, in reality and on that square we call TV
Nothing but immoral wickedness is all we see
Insanity filling into the brains of youth
Everyone on the same path, so never knowing the truth
ink-303244_1280The world frying it into our minds
Leaving a permanent scare for generations to find
Continuing on what The Man’s goal was
To keep our people against one another
Because of The Man who would kill his own mother
Violence is a sin against the Father
One must stand up and follow the path of his forefathersink-303244_1280
Not the path of this devil
Who enjoys killing, hurting and scheming, yeah that’s his revel
So the people of Judah, wake up NOW!
Stop killing and betraying and take one big bow
Before the Father and pray for forgiveness
That we may all repent from our sins and be sinless
The Father has no intentions of allowing us to inherit
The Land of Milk and Honey with and evil state of mind
We must get rid of that Babalioness, and let’s combine
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So that we may do the Father’s will and this time stay in our Mother!