I was speaking with my social media guru last week and he said something that got me really thinking. He spoke of the stepping stones of life and wondered how many we might have to walk on before we landed on what he called a “milestone.”
I pondered this question and realized that Read More
I had decided to take the day off work. A good friend was having a birthday and I wanted to take her to lunch to celebrate her special day. My friend, Marion, lived inFairfax,Virginia, a 45-minute drive away and we had plans to meet at one o’clock.
I was at home doing a few chores that morning when Read More
I am on my way to the shopping center in Queenstown. I am twelve years old and in no great hurry to get there. The little town where I live is called Brentwood, in Hyattsville County, Maryland. It’s a small community of hard-working middle class people who maintain their homes and live quietly. I live with my aunt – my late mother’s sister – who finally married and now has a Read More
I can see the picture clearly in my mind’s eye, because I remember it so well, even this many years later. I am outside of the home where I was raised. The day is really clear and I am every bit of eight or nine years old. I had taken chalk and drawn squares to play hopscotch by myself. My neighborhood friends were Read More
I spent Christmas in Rome the year 2001 to bring in 2002 with my daughter and her was then fiancée. It was a terrific time for me it really was. We went to Venice two days before New Year’s Day. It is a beautiful, old, dirty city. Yes, it was dirty, but you either love it or dislike it. I loved it. It is old and full of stories. Love stories. Well on New Year’s Day we strolled around took naps and enjoyed. When it was time we Read More
I was happily listening to an audio tape while driving to work recently when suddenly I heard an unexpected “pop.” I must have driven over something, as it made a loud noise. I turned the audio down to listen for any other indication of trouble. A truck was passing by, so I figured that was where the noise had come from. But as the truck passed, the noise remained and it was then I realized Read More
Power of Self-Love. We all have that power. Self-Love is loving oneself. I feel also that how you treat others is part of how you treat yourself. How well do you love yourself? How strong is your will? What is and where is your power? I feel if you have high self-esteem that you have self love. I feel I have high self-esteem for myself in most areas. But of course there is one or two I am definitely lacking. Fears, I feel brings in low self-esteem. You need to confront your fears to build up your self-esteem in order to love yourself better. I would like to read you something from a book that I have called “Meditations for Women Who Do To Much” by Anne Wilson Schaef. When a woman believes that she is equal, she is called uppity. When we stand up for what we know and for what we believe, we are called aggressive and unfeminine. When we state that women are wonderful and that we are proud to be a woman, we are told that we are antimale.
When we put forth our perceptions, we are told that we don’t understand reality. When we put forth our values, we are told that we are crazy and we just don’t understand the way the world works. Is it any wonder that we sometimes have trouble with self-esteem?
I feel that this is a very special paragraph and that it says a lot for all of us. I would like for all of you to think about how you are and what you are. Quite a few of us have raised children on our own, ran businesses on our own and have held jobs down with a lot of responsibility. I would like for all of you to be quite proud of yourself. No one told us it was going to be easy. Move with as much ease as you possibly can and use the Power that you have. That is the Power of Self-Love.
The power of I. That is the power within/the power within you. Meaning you have a choice. You can do what ever you so desire.
What I believe to be true is our question. I gave this a lot of thought again and once more have asked for help from Blue Feather so that i can explain myself clearly. I would like to do it this way. I believe we pick our parents: for me that is something else because I might have picked my mother to have me but did I pick my aunt to raise me? Well I guess I did. Even thought they came from the same bloodline you would think that the qualities that I have my mother could have instilled in me as well as her sister did. Then I look at something else I believe to be true and that is we make a contract with God to experence our life. Meaning my mother agreed to pass over and my aunt agreed to raise me and when I contracted with God I obviously agreed to those same arrangements. I sincerely believe this because when I was little my aunt always said that God had our life written in his black book and when I got older I learned we contracted with God and so here we are. I am very grateful for all that did transpire between my aunt and I only because of what she did instill in me, meaning my honesty and strength. I often wonder if I could have made it in this world without those two traits. I also know that I am what I am because of me and the choices I have made. I will end with something else I believe to be true and that is we make no mistakes we do what we are suppose to at the time. Amen