Life is about choices... about priorities... whether it is relationships, business, health care, house care, adventures.... It is up to us to show who or what is important to us by making those priorities known.
Talk is cheap. Walk the talk.
Show the love, take care of business and take care of yourself. NO ONE will take better care of you than you. DO NOT wait for others or things to make you happy. Only you have that power. Happiness is not a thing. It is a state of being!
If you feel lost or neglected or unsure, then look into the mirror and make changes!
Stop the insanity by doing the same thing over expecting different results. (one of my personal favorites)
Seriously, sometimes you need to stop. Listen to what you need. Feel it. Embrace it. Then take action.
People will tell you what they think you want to hear in spite of what they do.
Fact is that life is a fragile beautiful thing.... love, family, business, school - it is all a crazy beautiful thing.
Emotions... If you are feeling it, it is real to you.
Just thinking.... Pondering on life, love, and the great universe....
This is not a literacy work of art. Just the rants on an emotional woman who loved being disconnected last week and wants it back. Feel the breeze in my hair, watch the sea turtles glide through ocean and smell the salt air. Reality check... :-(
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
My Rainbow and Unicorn World
There is a reason to my blog today. The truth is that this very adorable little baby that I sang to today is name Kendra Marie. Ask me why? It isn't for her heritage. She was given a "white" name. As she feels out applications and moves through life. Her mother wanted her to not be judge by the color of her skin. The fact is she will be just like her mother has been and her mother before her. Her mother was able to get in the door of a University by not checking her race on the application but simply showing her grades and scores with this "white" name. This prominent university that otherwise wouldn't have given her much notice wants to make sure that their personal numbers of drop out are lessened. Obviously, if her skin was brown, they felt she would be prone to drop out. Close minded?
My family that raised me is far from perfect but the color of someone's skin did not prevent my father from handing manger position after manager position to someone that DESERVED it regardless of their skin tone. As humans is that not what we are suppose to do. This is what I took away from my bringing up. I did leave the "negativity" and ugly comments that did come from the lips of distant family members. I have always thought of hatred and racism as being something ignorant people would do. It amazes me to see highly intelligent people be so closed minded and say such ignorant things. Racism is taught by many families form many different backgrounds of many different colors.
Racism is across the board. It doesn't stop with those that share a similar color to me. It is every where and will always be to some degree. Educating others and sharing stories such as the one above about names is just one little insightful way to share and make aware. The pain, the fear, and so much more need to be shared to help everyone come together and open eyes to more than just skin color.
My two God daughters are of mixed heritage. Their beauty is beyond compare with what lies on the outside as well as what lies within. One is only five and has a lifetime ahead of her. Another is in college and already knows all too well the racism that she is faced with everyday. Both children will face a journey of being judged for the color of their skin. This is inevitable and has already been a part of their lives. It would kill me to know that my inspiring Goddaughter that sits at college with her brilliant mind would be refused anything in life due to her beautiful skin color.
Being raised in the 80's, I was exposed to many different people as I traveled between three different high schools in three different areas of the country. I am not sure if I choose friends wisely but I didn't have friends that were racist. So, I didn't see it up front and center. I find such beauty in the differences amongst the human race. I often place my arm next to my friends to see the beauty in our skin tones as we create our own rainbow. I often forget that not everyone shares this love of mine. Most of the time it is simply due to the fact that they have not exposed themselves to the beauty that can be found in all the colors of our most wonderful human rainbow. So, when I talk about rainbows, it isn't just the one that you may see after a rain. I see rainbows in many things....from unique music from all over the world to the languages that are spoken to the dances we dance to the land that we travel and to the people that make up the human race.
By the way, unicorns are real!
Monday, February 29, 2016
My Little Reminder of Strength
You may ask why I have a picture of me and this little tree that shows damage. I pass this tree at least five to six times a week and always look its way. This is the tree that shares some of my personal scars and proves that things may happen in our lives but it doesn't always have to define life; to define us.
We have the power within to endure pass the pain and pass the damage. Though the scar is very painful, it will heal. Over time, we adapt to the pain and eventually are able to use it to grow.
Like the tree, I reached up to feel the sun and let it warm me. Like the tree, I dug my roots deep to hold on to the ground beneath my feet. Like the tree, I did not hide but reach my branches out to feel my surroundings and keep growing.
This tree was once deemed destroyed and was to be replaced in 2002 I believe. I paid the owners of the property that this tree called home the money to cover it's removal and replacement. The owners closed their shop and never did remove the tree. The tree sat that for many years continuing to grow despite the pain that had been thrown upon it by a car that flew through the air at it. You see, my late husband had been driving a car at extreme high speeds and lost control going around a bend and ended his ride that morning at this tree. He did walk away from the accident but only by a miracle. The tree however was left with a very deep scar. This wound was severe and no one thought the tree would make it after such trauma.
After my husband Mark did pass away a few years later, I remember often hearing whispers from those around me of doubt for me or maybe it was just pity. Although their intentions were often from the heart, it did hurt a little. I was 32 with two little children. Was I going to make it? Did I not understand something? Excuse me but I never thought of another option. I had two little ones that needed to see my strength and be sheltered by me much like birds that used this tree for their home. We stand up, we dust our self off and try to move on. Some days are harder than others...
To be honest, there was time no poor me moments. I just did what I had to do and moved on. Sometimes I may have gone in a wee bit of a selfish direction but continued on none the less. This was not the first time I felt pain or trauma and most likely would not be the last.
Sometimes it is very difficult for someone to move forward from pain or trauma. I do understand this. I have been blessed with devoted friends and caring family that have surrounded me through many years. They may not have been able to heal the pain or fix my problems but they are there like the ground that surrounds this tree and have helped my roots to have something to ground me down so that I can heal and grow.
Today may bring one pain or another. This tree reminds me that it will pass or at least ease. Sometimes, I need that reminder. If I can have the sunshine on my face and love in my heart, I can move forward. This makes me happy and that makes me strong enough to do what I need to do in this world.
I will continue to look at this tree and remind myself...
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