Just Thinking out Loud: Sharing your Truth

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Facing your truth

The past couple weekends have found me in a place of reflection on what a few of my friends want. Its not easy to listen to folks you love share over and over the same problems and situations and hurts and keep quiet. Okay, truthfully I do give my thoughts and observations and many times I’m the devil’s advocate.

Looking back I had a light bulb moment where I finally understood that everyone is where they want to be. What they want from me is consistent loyalty, and maybe not advice or my thoughts /opinions when requested. They want me to say what they want to hear. They want someone to help them validate their unhappiness or their choices. I can’t do it.

As I shared with one of my friends – if you’re in a relationship which is causing you pain, you’re committing suicide. Its all self induced because we have the natural sense to know when we need to safeguard ourselves. Fight or flee? You have to choose one because as long as you stay in a toxic situation it will kill you at some point. Or maybe the other person involved will do the killing. I know it sounds dramatic and harsh, but waiting for something bad to happen is like being an accessory to the dramatic and sometimes fatal ending.

Some people just need a friend to listen to them complain, gripe, get angry, blow a fuse, get crazy mad, feel sad, whine, lie to themselves, tell themselves the truth, make a choice, change choices, get messed up, pray with, lean on, laugh with, learn with, love with and a whole set of emotions.
Friendships are hard because they test our ability to know when to tell the truth and when to lie. Don’t doubt there are times your friends want you to lie to them because they live with their truth and sometimes tell you the lie.
So for all my friends, please know we are in this imperfectly flawed world together. I choose my road, and I respect the road you choose. I may not be able to tell you the lie, and the truth may hurt, but I sure love being your friend, and we got to live with our realities. So maybe if we have each others backs, we can be a better bench to lean on when the truth is shared.

Just thinking out loud.
Be blessed and encouraged

Thank you for reading, sharing and understanding!

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Just Thinking Out Loud: Don’t Be My Valentine

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Its that time again, and I’m just thing out loud for those who are celebrating the occasion!

Don’t Be My Valentine

I’m not looking for roses,
Don’t send me a bouquet.
I’m not feeling for your chocolates
Don’t get me started on even a cake
I’m not feeling for the date night
Nor the sentiments of love
Why do you wait on Valentines Day
To give me all the above?

I’m not feeling for your phone call
To ask me out, for dinner this time
I’m not waiting for a special song
The one, that says “you’ll always be mine”
I’m not trying to be difficult
Really, I’m not sure you can see
Why do you wait for Valentines Day
To say – I love you, my boo, my baby?

I’m not going to try to tell you
About all the days you made me cry
I’m not even going to give you
One more reason, to stay at my side
I’m still the person you met so long ago
The one you promised to be faithful to
Why should I wait for just one day
To hear you love me too?

To all of those who are celebrating
And happy to spruce up and get dressed
To all the loving couples
Who are somehow today feeling blessed
I’m not trying to rain on your parade
I just want this love you feel to be
Much more than a single celebration
Of a commercial, happy meal

It’s not the things that he will give you
Or the way she makes you feel
Its not the things he says he can do
Nor the way she lives your dreams
Its about a love that can find forgiveness
Comfort and compromise
Its about a love which will withstand challenges
In the face of all that brings tears to your eyes
Its about the sustaining love that goes beyond
The treasure of one time
If you can’t share the things right above
Don’t be my Valentine!

If this post resonates with you, lets share some love and comments with each other #LoveBeyondValentines

D-wordslayer

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Christmas Then & Now

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Thinking Christmas…

This Christmas like every other Christmas is special. In Trinidad & Tobago, Christmas is our spring cleaning season. The smell of paint and the sound of women negotiating with storekeepers for the best deals on drapery and curtains are a part of the  preparation. We are caught up in the commercial web, but somehow the consumerism gives way to friendly camaraderie as shoppers meet and exchange ideas.

Christmas trees, decorations and music fill the air. We are a vibrant people, and very visual with our emotions. The malls, streets, and every city center is buzzing with activity. For me, getting the house ‘ready’ for entertaining and festivities seems like a mountain looking at a pebble on the beach. Can I ever finish, and will each day last longer than the last so I can do more with the time given? I am savoring these moments.

Things are different when ‘time’ goes by quickly. My babies are big babies, and they have their own ideas about the holidays. As I listen and look at then, I am reminded of who I was many years ago, and how I was too busy to enjoy the precious moments presented. Now, I wish to wait. I desire in my heart for each season to slowly release its essence and fill each room and space with an aroma. I am no longer, hastily awaiting the end, but I am enjoying the beginning of each day, and season.

My feelings for Christmas have evolved.I appreciate more what I grew up with. Here are my thoughts shared last year on a Christmas memory;

” The entire Christmas season as I remember it from childhood was filled with noise. There were squeals of laughter, and lots of shouting and some tears. Overall, the house -my home was warm with love and cheer. Even in times when there was little money for much, my mom somehow made the home warm especially at Christmas.

She was and is an amazing woman – my mom – Maricita Moreno Eversley. “It is what is in the heart and not the material things which bring joy” , this is what I remember from her. It is what I practice today. It is the tradition of sharing and enjoying what you have, and not thinking about what you don’t have. It is living with the warmth within you and not seeking what others may have on the outside.

On Christmas day I felt that warmth in my home  last year. The fires keep burning, as the laughter of my children (grown -up), friends and ‘borrowed’ grand-kids  fill the air! How wonderful this season of love!”

What are your memories of Christmas? What does it mean to you? For me it all boils down to family and love. This is what comes to my heart when I think of Christmas. We are the family of Jesus Christ and he was to us on this earth, in love!

Thanks for sharing, commenting and being a part of this season with me!

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RIP… July, 2016

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Hello world…

There is so much going on, in the world, and in my world. Where do I start, and how can I stop feeling an ache, a pain, all the senseless killing hurts. That’s it in a nutshell. I’ve sat at my laptop and wondered what can I say which has not been said. How can I express the thoughts which do not get a moment to finish grieve before I hear another. This time, its the slaying of a priest in France, his throat slit, while he is on his knees – how can I not feel?

This is for all the lives lost in the past two months, between USA, Europe, Africa, and many other countries around the world, we are faced with loss. These deaths are not from natural causes, but from hatred and evil. To those who lost their lives and their families. For those who share my feelings at this ongoing war against humanity. For those who love their fellow man, this is a moment to grieve, giving final rites to lives which were here.

The absent friend

I did not see or know you

I’m so sure our paths would never cross

and the cross you bear is not your own

For we are lost

As a humanity

I have not paused to say I’m sorry

Or share my condolences

You are gone, your life

A mystery to me

And I do wish that I could find a way

To take that bullet on your behalf

Give you a chance to speak

I want to say, I am so sorry

Now my words mean nothing to you

I am lost, and you have gone

From this place, you once belonged

I have no words to give to your family

As they cry and share their tears,

They have lost all your happy years

So now they grieve,

With a pain I could never understand

You left without a plan

My anger and rage it burns inside

For I have never met you, and my love I cannot hide

I am so sorry, I did not get to see you smile

Or sit next to you in a train, or plane or car

I am so sorry, I will never hear you laugh

You had so much to share so much to say

Your family, Your friends, you mattered to me

I live,

I would gladly give you hope

In this crazy senseless world

Cause it’s all I have to offer at this time

It’s now not enough

You are now an absent friend of mine

This is a song, and a story from my heart

I did not see the bomb, and nor did you

The time it came, when the guns waged its own war

With a militant at your door

Taking your freedom

Now I don’t know, how to say

I’m so sorry; I grieve in my own way

Because you are gone

But my absent friend in my heart, you do live on

I am stopping for a moment to say I love you

And someone else loved you too

I’m stopping, and pausing to give your life

A chance, for someone to grieve, because you meant more

Than a memory

Than a word

You are the stories never told

You are somewhere that we go

When we are gone

I love you, forever

You shared my life because you were born.

Peace!
Dwordslayer!
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Alice & Saint Bear

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These stories about Alice are tales through my inner childhood eyes. The illustrations by Lei Lei are the inspiration for Alice and her Stuffed Whale Micah, Willow her pet cat, and Saint Bear her teddy-bear friend. When we sleep our dreams are powerful, so to are those of our children. Sharing stories of friendship , love hope and adventure, can inspire great moments for any child. This is my third story of Alice

 

Its night time now and time for sleep

I can’t close my eyes, because they weep

Today momma took me out with my Saint Bear

Saint Bear and I went everywhere…

Tonight momma opens the door and peeks inside

Alice looks up through very wet eyes

“Alice, please don’t cry daddy will find him soon”

Alice responds, “Saint Bear was lost since noon”

Momma comes in and holds Alice tight

“Go to sleep my dear, he will be home by daylight”.

She stays until Alice falls asleep

Places Micah at her side, and Willow at her feet

Away in her slumber Alice did dream

Saint Bear at a lightpole alone on the street

He was next to the flowers she bought to bring home

He was sitting there waiting, forgotten and alone

Saint Bear wonders if Alice dreams of him on this night

He hopes she will see him under the light

He lifts up a prayer, to be found in a her dreams

Then looks at the tall man across the street

A warm big hand lifts him and the flowers at his side

Then into the car, towards home he did ride

Momma took him, cleaned, then hugged him a bit

Carried him to Alice, and placed her arm around him

Alice awoke in the morning, to tell her momma her dream

Saw Saint Bear on her bed and started to scream

So happy was Alice, with her friends at her side

Micah the whale, Willow the cat and Saint Bear, she did smile

“I love you forever “she shouted with glee

“Thank you daddy we are all back together ”

Alice’s family!

(Written for the ‘Illustration challenge’ by Dean Owen  …The Illustrator is his beautiful wife Lei Lei )

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Alice & The Tulip

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Alice closed her eyes to wait for a dream

If I can think hard, I can make it be

As she drifts off her thoughts of summer are here

Lots of pretty flowers growing everywhere

 

She sees the red tulip, and it must be real

Summer is here, no snow to be seen

There is the table on the grass

Two chairs chairs to be found

Alice climbs the table, without making a sound

 

There on top is momma’s coffee mug

With a red tulip inside

Why bother to leave, no need to hide

“Willow do come up” , she calls out to her cat

But he is trying to get up, wondering if he’s too fat

 

It won’t hurt if I sit on the table

To see this flower up close

There will be no harm if it comes near to my nose.

The tulip tilts over …then she hears the bee within

Won’t be very happy if I end tonight

with an angry bee sting

 

Alice releases the tulip and she loses the dream

She awakes to the morning

Thinking, it seemed so real

As she goes to her window

Looking out on the lawn

There is momma’s mug on the table and

a red tulip on the ground

 

She stares in amazement

Wondering if it was real

Can I have been on that table

I do hope it was a dream!

As she mutters to herself, Willow rubs his tail on her clothes

O dear, there is mud on my ten little toes!

(Written for the ‘Illustration challenge’ by Dean Owen  …The Illustrator is his beautiful wife Lei Lei )
 
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Alice & The Stormy Dream

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Her name was Alice
And she was eight
Her room was her palace
Her dreams different place
Willow was her black cat
A tabby of course
Micah was her pet stuffed whale
With him she was never lost

One night as she lay asleep
A thunderstorm crept into her dreams
She squeezed onto her stuffed Micah with willow at her heel
The bed seemed filled with water
The storm was raging fierce
All she could see was the horizon
As water covered her bed!

Micah sprung up to action
He had to save his friend
He understood the water
And from where it all began
T’was Alice eating ice cream
She had hidden in her room
Willow was happy sharing
Even licking the spoon

He could hear her tummy roaring
As he told her to hold on
So he sped across the water
With Willow holding on tightly – hoping not to drown
As he got to their destination
Alice awoke with a thud
She gazed around at her room
And wondered about the flood

Alice looked at Micah and Willow
All three on the ground
Thankfully it was just a bad dream
No water to be found
“No more ice cream for me before bedtime “ Alice whispered
To her friends
It is good that Micah saved the day she thought
Best friends until the end…

(Written for the ‘Illustration challenge’ by Dean Owen on bebee.com  The Illustrator is his beautifully talented wife Lei Lei)

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