In this time of brick and mortar closings and everything emerging online , I try with all my heart to get as much time as I can at my favorite book store. When borders died, I cried, it was my Friday night essence. To browse shelves of how to write, what, when where to write. Magazines on writing and reading. I introduced my two year old great grandson to books, to my favorite bookstore. The store had a kids section. He watch the kids run around read and explore books then at the end we returned home. He gazed up at me with those large brown eyes and said “grand mom I like your bookstore”. My being was full…..we go once a month.
Today I saw true love of a father and daughter. His ancestry was apparent, it was close to his time, so he was tired. He had assistance of a metal frame and the soft consistance of a daughter. Her faith was drapped about her, features hidden only revealing eyes. She settles him in a seat that she can care for him attentively, wiping his facial features with kindness and love. Speaking soft and respectfully. Worn from travel his eyes said he wanted to submit, yet he had to hold on to his daughter who needed to be protected. The vibration of feeling traveled through to all who lay eyes upon them. I was honored to witness this love.
Reflecting into to the deepest ocean, sitting waiting and contemplating while a higher conciousness enter to advise and guide my beliefs. Here alone I sit, and without warning the doors is open, the answer is clear, it’s the one thing that i know would bring me to this moment, it is the belief in myself, that i am the power and the glory in this life.
Sometimes I think that we are put in certain places to assist in a problem that is already written in the universe. While taking public transportation a young man and his sister boarded a local city bus. He was about ten years old. Books, pencils homogenized within a cloth bag. He was searching, pant pockets, shirt, jacket to no avail. His sister stood and emptied the contents of his satchel and search quietly. Realizing the dilemma a passenger offered to give a token, while another offered to pay for a pass. It was the village that sprang into action. Taking care of our children.
Sometimes i think that we are put in certain places to assist in a problem that is already written in the universe. While taking public transportation a young man and his sister boarded a local city bus. He was about ten years old. Books, pencils homogenized within a cloth bag. He was searching, pant pockets, shirt, jacket to no avail. His sister stood and emptied the contents of his satchel and search quietly. Realizing the dilemma a passenger offered to give a token, while another offered to pay for a pass. It was the village that sprang into action. Taking care of our children.<strongl
Mama Recie from Pocomoke, Maryland In 1963 said our power is in our mouths. When I think about the words spoken over time I realize the unguarded messages that I have expressed, feeling , actions and response, good , bad or indifferent are my responsibility. What has my power did to those who I have come in contact with?
Today I contemplate leaving a fifteen year domicile to a new journey. Hopefully, I will be able to stand. At my tender age some eons ago, entities such as myself would not venture into
the unknown. A stalker waiting for my departure, to sell, yet the structure is ready to plunge upon the ground. Hopefully, whomever is left here will leave too. It is 4 am and I am thinking about the packing, boxes , labels the organizing . Thoughts of family passed leaves me alone. Their energy soars through my veins. My mind is bombarded with beckoning messages
urging me to be strong between this rock and hard place. Lazy I be, to let my being rest here , day after day, year after year. Sucked into the comfort of this life. Infinity is the universal message. Everything that was or has been will be different. Once again we find ourself in between a rock and a hard place.
It had been a besselian since she first told me. it traveled through my chassis like a serpent , silently sliding through the corridors of my heart. Guilt held me hostage, with haunting memories. I was the one who brought her on this planet. I sentence my first born to die. She was so beautiful when she was born. She was round and brown and my first baby girl. Not thinking, I eased her on this hostile planet through a passageway of no return. It was a slave planet, she was a queen yet never had the chance to rule. She dance through life like fearless, yet at times humble of her family. She was afraid of the power, that sentence her to stop living, traveling, living life, sharing her essence with the family she loves. Just on her forgiveness alone she should be pardoned. I ask for an audience of the most high, presenting my case of trading spaces with her. I pointed out that my not teaching her the things she needed to know to give the proper contribution to this life. That I had lived my life, that I would gladly trade mine for hers. Many entities did not respond…… I guess they are discussing my fate. On the morning she was scheduled to leave the planet , without warning the solution arrived upon my mind.
I the bearer of a female life was summon to her side. She knew my presence . Having put my affairs in order, I was ready to see my life form move on to the next plane of existence. I dressed in the most illustrious garb, gold, emerald and jade. All my worldly wealth, draped about me. No regret, I know that we will see each other again. Once at her side I was the only one with her, I told her that I loved her and apologize for hurting her over time. Tears emerged from eyes that still saw her as that baby everyone adored.
Tears were with her as she believe that this was her last moments. That she would be leaving this planet alone. As I touched her forehead and closed my eyes, there was a stillness, time stopped for one brief second and without hesitance the universe did its work. When my daughter awaken the next sunrise, she could hear the sound of baroque and the feeling of euphoria. Adjacent to her hand, my scarf and a note, I love you with all my heart and soul, take this life and live good.
A sky pale without sun light. A gloom to most but a beautiful day to me. The strike was not, the rain is on time, yet full filled in my task that none of that matters. The attitude of a day is still In the air, so non chalant, so subdued, so much, a great day.
Today I seen ignorance it took over young minds. We tried to tell a small group of human people to get what they can from this world and try hard to be successful. In the mist of all that discussion the jeering was loud and disrespectful. It reminded me of a passage “forgive them they know not what they do”. Ignorance cared less about what we have to say, I like being who I am. Said ignorance.