WAKE UP!

there is a fury building from deep within my Spirit...i am viewing the events of this world and the incredible apathy of my fellow brothers and sisters...what is wrong with us?  how have we been able to justify to ourselves the enormous cruelties we have allowed upon one another, other species that share our world and, the world Herself?  how can we in society think for one minute that it's ok to tell another how to live their life, who to love, where they are allowed to stand within the boundries of societal existence?  it is sickening to watch people behave in anger over a plate of food they certainly do not need, as they sit at their tables in restaurants with their noses in the air because their 'experience' is not up to par, meanwhile, children all over the world, to include this country, starve.  how can we walk with our heads held high screaming God's hate to a group of people and then turn around and preach an all loving and fair God in church...what sense does this make?  What sense does anything make when soldiers all over the world die in the name of freedom when the reality is, they die in the name of greed, power, money...and we all know it!  we are not stupid but, we pretend stupidity...we turn a blind eye to truth and it is infuriating....wake up!  a change is needed...a change is coming...WAKE UP!

three goals

1.  financial independence while doing what i love, creating & writing

2.  bring all my children together regularly so that they may rekindle their bond as sisters

3.  travel the world

you matter

"I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music." - Hafiz (fourteenth century Persian poet & Sufi master)...

you are so valued because you are a note to a universal & sacred song...
you are a brush stroke whose color vividly adds to a grand masterpiece...
you exist & that means you matter...
so, stay awhile because no one can ever take your place & the light you carry may very well be the light someone else just as sacred as you needs to find their way out of the darkness...(moetif)

Stand in The Pain

There are times when life seems to hit us from all sides and it is everything we can do to keep moving forward.
It is these times when we must stop, breathe and pay close attention
to the character being shaped within us.
Just as a sword must be placed in fire and hammered to perfection,
so too are our Spirits being honed.
Dispel the distractions caused by the pain we must endure...
stand in the pain and let the fire shape you.
Stand in the pain and realize it is an illusion and the warrior that is you
is finally ready to break free of the lie that in this life your joy depends
on outside influences.
Your joy, your strength of character, your dreams becoming reality...
all of this and more is your birthright.
Your birthright...

have FUN

have fun...
laugh...take risks...do that which is terrifying...
if only to to feel that adrenaline rush...
oh god...
don't you see? 
the status quo would limit you...
stifle your valience into a box not of your choosing...
choose to challenge the given...
for the given, in reality, merely takes...
and suffocates the courageous...the audacious...
the free Spirit that in essence,
we are all borne from...
fuck yeah...
i beg of thee...
have FUN!

are you real?

i feel what i feel...
i speak what comes to mind...
i am real...
you can't handle this?
well then...
go away...
got no time in my life for cowards...
got no time in my life for games...
you can't rise up to my intensity?
then again i say...
go away...
this space in my heart is saved for someone...
real...

are you?
real?

i choose...

our damaged pasts, the pain we are born into...
must they dictate our future?
perhaps so, to an extent...
however, we have the power to decide...
we are equipped with strengths that, ironically, come from the pain we carry...
our parents may not have had the strength to shield us from their hurts...
that doesn't mean they didn't love us...they did the best they could by us...
to those raised in abuse...
we are not limited...
we are not victims...
we are survivors...and our pasts...
well, we have a choice...
i choose to love, i choose to forgive...to each their own...
i believe in the magic of life...i believe in the magic of Spirit...
so, i choose to cry when it hurts...
yell when i'm angry...
make my mistakes and forgive m'self...
and, i choose to be responsible...
to take my power and use it to help others...
and hopefully...most of all...
i pray that my daughters four understand
that their mama...imperfect as she was...is...and always will be...
so in love with them...
so...in love...with...them...

dedicated to Sarah, Casie, Jada &...Liset!