Monday, May 18, 2009

Fearfully Made ©


I fear rejection
disappointment and disappointing
I fear success
perceived expectations
I fear love
the completeness and fullness of it being condition-less
I fear trusting being vulnerable
I fear failing
too scared to let it end
I fear loss
everything I love leaves
I fear death
of passion, unfulfilled dreamsI fear not being who I was meant to be
I fear the intention of my existence
my life's purpose
I fear the war within, uncertain of who will emerge the victor
I fear being alone
would rather have it on my terms
I am fear-fully made in the image of perfect love
in need of perfected love--compassion
make me fear-less
©

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Take Me To The River


There was always
A power I could feel
It was guidance to tell
me the way to go

But nowadays I feel
like can't hear that voice
I've been flying blind
I need you to come
and be my eyes. (be
my eyes)

River Rise
Carry me back home
(I cannot remember the way)
River rise
Carry me back home
(I surrender today)

I was always
A charmed flower child
I would sit for hours
And listen to the sky

But nowadays I feel
like I don't have
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that choice
I've been looking down
in desperation
I need you to be my
inspiration yeah
(My inspiration)

River rise
Carry me back home
(I cannot remember the way)
River rise
Carry me back home
(I surrender today)

I bow down
And I humble myself
I can't do this
Lord I need your help
All the material things
They feel like chains
If you're not here beside me
you're the reason I see

(Help me to remember the way)
I surrender

Help me to remember
Only you can show me
(Only you can show me the way)
I surrender
(I surrender today)
You are the only way
Lord, I need you.

song on India.Arie's latest

Monday, May 4, 2009

Scared of Lonely


I saw this picture and was reminded of something my BFF said to me recently. Forgive the indulgence, but I had to post it.

More than words...

Pretty Wings


I love Maxwell and am anxiously awaiting his new project (a triple disc set Black Summer's Night the first disc drops July 7, 2009). I woke up this morning humming Pretty Wings. I decided I would find the lyrics:

Time will bring the real end of our trial
One day there'll be no remnants
No trace no residual feelings within ya
one day you won't remember me

Your face will be the reason I smile
But I will not see what I can not have forever
I'll always love ya I hope u feel the same

Oh you played me dirty your game was so bad
You toyed with my affliction had to fill out my prescription
Found the remedy I had to set u free

Away from me
To see clearly the way that love can be
When you are not with me
I had to leave, I have to live
I had to lead, I had to live

Chorus
If I cant have you let love set you free
To fly your pretty wings around
pretty wings your pretty wings
your pretty wings your pretty wings around

I came wrong You were right
Transformed your love into a lie
Baby believe me I'm sorry I told you lies
I turned day into night
Sleepless, I died a thousand times
I should've chose you
Better nights Better times Better Days
I miss you more and more

Repeat Chorus

Pretty Wings Pretty Wings
Pretty Wings Pretty Wings
Pretty Wings Pretty Wings
Pretty Wings Pretty Wings

Sunday, May 3, 2009

When A Women's Fed Up


I wonder when we, as women, will become a little less self-sacrificing. Stop giving ourselves away regardless of the cost. Must we lose ourselves to avoid feeling lonely, lose ourselves for sporadic attention paid to us by some dude who really couldn't begin to love us genuinely...especially since he has his own unresolved issues. I must love me! I MUST love me. I MUST LOVE ME!!!!!! Whether or not anyone else choses to. I must love me. Respect and consider myself. Realize that their is nothing wrong with putting myself first.
How much am I willing to tolerate, let go, allow to roll off my back before I say enough is enough? We all watch Oprah and Dr. Robin and listen as they admonish us to "keep it real" (not in those words) but do we really hear them? Their words resonate in the moment. Give us solace in chaos for 45minutes, but what happens to the knowledge given when the credits roll and Oprah signs off thanking everbody for watching? What happens? We go back to our lives. We live broken and fractured lives numbing ourselves to the abnormality of our existence. We convince ourselves that living with the hope that things will be better and the fear that they won't is okay, our cross to bear. Is it? Faith and fear (doubt, uncertainty) can not co-exist. We can and usually do choose faith, but fail to realize that we are not absolved of reality...relieved of fact. Saddens me that we far too often focus on fiction, wishes and daydreams...hoping for the person we married without stopping to think, perhaps the person in front of me is the truth, what is actual and the person pre-marriage was the illusion, a facade, a mask. When people show you who they are believe them. Please, believe them. As ugly as the truth is. Refuse manipulation and coercion and misrepresentations and empty promises. Your heart echoes the truth, don't be afraid to listen...as frightening as it is, listen. God is in the whisper. Amid the thunderous rumblings, God is in the whisper. Listen.

If we are really believers, truly bearers of Christ, then His word is absolutely applicable to us. Did the Saviour come that we would have life and that more abundantly? Are we not heirs to the fulfillment of each of His promises simply because we believe?
My wish (even my prayer) is for every one of my sisters to see themselves as the invaluable children of God they are. To finally stand and say I will not be pawned, bartered and traded, disregarded and put aside. Say from your soul, "I am worth it! I am worthy." Really hear Oprah, pretend that you are Contessa (the former prostitute...admittedly, we have all prostituted ourselves, sold ourselves bartered ourselves maybe not for money but for companionship, attention even validation...to fill whatever void), and feel it when she looks in your eyes and says, "You are not used up. You are not used up. God has great plans for you. You are NOT used up!" Even go back to the days of Iyanla and lay hands on yourself and "save yourself". There's only so far you can walk with someone until you have to let them walk alone...led them to the water, encourage them to drink but it is not your responsibility to kneel down and scoop it in your hands, raise your hands to their mouth to drink. Are they thirsty enough to change? To reject the lies of the past in order to rework the present and future? Furthermore, we (women) are not the Savior of our men, so get down off the cross. That's been done. Be a helpmate not a Savior...definitely not his momma. That said recognize when enough is enough.
Lastly, I wish peace wholeness wellness prosperity truth honesty and even increased self-esteem. All these things I wish for all who read this...health in mind body and spirit, that you prosper even as your soul prospers.

Love.

Kiss My Fat Ass


OKay, to know me is to know that I am a fan of several things. All things Oprah, Destiny's Child and, dare I say it, Tyra.

That latter has been all over the news lately because of some "unflattering" photos snapped some time in December when she was doing a photoshoot in Australia. True, it's not the Tyra-size people have been accustomed to, watching her work the VS runway or posing scantily clad in their catalogs. Still, the headlines were ugly and just plain nasty. I get it, don't get me wrong, I understand the job of the tabloids is to sell their rags at whatever cost.

I know I'm gonna sound like a fan defending her "idol" when I say this, but here it is; I commend Tyra for realizing that this is bigger than her (no pun intended). Of course, this is only my summation of the thought process that went into the show she did on Thursday, February 1. I think it is necessary for young girls, even women to know that someone understands the struggle and is willing say it really ISN'T necessary to look like the retouched photos of models and celebrities that you see in the magazines.

Why do I care? Ordinarily I probably wouldn't comment on this situation. I would care just because I am a woman and I feel, in general, people need a more realistic view of what a woman's body should look like. As we grow and mature our body's grow and mature. We aren't meant to look, at 40, the way we did when we were 16. At least, I don't think so. I, personally, want to look like what I feel my body should look like at age my age (29) and after having 3 children. I thought I was fly back in the day when I sported a size 4. Now that my body's gone thru some things and I'm in a 10, I still feel fly. I know my body and I know that I am not my healthiest now. But that has little to do with the number on the tag in the back of clothes and more to do with knowing my body and just feeling my best. You know, I remember a time when trekking up a flew flights of stairs would not have winded me. It's about being healthy (for me). But I digress.

My main cause for taking notice of this issue, other than being a HUGE fan of all things Tyra, is the fact that I have three daughters. Yes, three. Oldest being 6. Middle being 4 and my baby is 16 months old. Now, I know what you're thinking. I shouldn't be concerned with issues of body image and how the negative remarks made about Tyra's photos would affect a girls self-esteem. Well, it seems that issues with self-esteem and self-love don't discriminate when it comes to age. I watched Tyra on Larry King earlier last week and I listened as a mother called in saying that her six year old daughter calls herself fat. Are you kidding? When I was six my weight was the last thing on my mind. Things are different these days. I know that makes me sound old but it is very true (not that I am old, but that things are very different these days). I just feel like there are more things for little girls to be concerned with than what they look like.

Bottom line is, we need to get back to what is really important. Our little girls should not be so consumed with their weight. Yes, we all want to be healthy. That should be the focus when it comes to our physical bodies. Just because a person is "skinny" doesn't mean that person is health. And just because someone is "thicker" doesn't mean they are unhelathy. We should all strive to be what is natural. Every body is not meant to look the same. There is beauty in the variation. That said, I am not giving any one license to go out and chow down at an all-you-can-eat at like 9 or 10 o'clock at night. Nor am I saying it's cool to snack on a Snicker's Bar at 2am. Be wise ladies, in our choices. Most importantly, love yourself for who you are today.

I truly feel that the future rests in the hands of women, us and the ones we bring into this world. Why else would we be going thru so much? At the risk of sounding preachy, why else would the adversary be so hell-bent on destroying the self-esteem of women (of all ages)? What better way to deter a woman from maximizing her potential than to keep her from believing in herself and making her feel unworthy? When you are confident, esteem yourself highly, believe in your worth and love yourself you recognize that whatever you set your mind to is absolutely possible!

I'm reminded of times when my older daughters will say to me or their father after they've gotten their hair done or are wearing a new outfit, "Am I beautiful?" I say, "You were beautiful before all of this. You were made beautiful." Then, there are times when my six and four year olds will ask, "Are you proud of me?" I look them in their gorgeous brown eyes and say, "I am very proud of you simply because you did your best." Building strong women is the goal. Women who are self-assured and who understand that their worth is not contigent on what they look like or don't look like. I want my babies to be healthy happy and whole! I want every woman to be the same! I don't know you but I love you...as a woman, as my sister. I pray increased self-esteem, self-love and self-worth and an understanding that when I call you beautiful I am not referring only to your face but to your soul, your spirit...you are fearfully and wonderfully made. You are an intricate design, unique, the only you that will ever exist. Dare to let your light shine! There's a quote I'm sure we have all heard, probably shortened or paraphrased, by Marianne Williamson and I feel like it is so fitting for this moment. Here it is(in its entirety):

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

I know that I am a fan and some might say that my view on this whole Tyra situation is slanted, still. I thank her for being unafraid to take the stance she has and for being insightful enough to step outside of her own personal feelings and see the potential affect it would have on girls and women that look at her and feel better about themselves. So, as a mother, I thank her for thinking of my daughters.

*I had to repost this one from my old myspace page because it is still relevant.

Reflecting On My 20s

I wrote this after reading something my best friend in the world wrote few days ago. The following started as personal reflection inspired by her thoughts. I re-read it several times and decided to share it. So here it is. Enjoy...as always, I welcome your comments, questions, thoughts...whatever.

My 20s were full of things people experience throughout their lifetime...I guess you could call it the beauty of life...stormy days intermittent sunshine...I'll explain.

I have grown as a wife, as a mother...as a woman. Having grown a little more comfortable in my womanhood, kinda like the perfect shoes you were determined to squeeze your foot into because they were cheap and went perfectly with your favorite outfit, I would say that I have grownn wiser as I approach my 30s.

If I have learned anything, I have learned:

1) to accept that seasons are meant to change, even if/when we don't want them to. It's up to us to see the beauty in it.

2) compromise, consideration, communication (conversation) and common ground are allies to a successful marriage.

3) vulnerability is okay

4) it's easier to walk away. it takes courage to dig in your heels to heal, mend, apologize, love (unconditionally) when "like" is a distant stranger.

5) sometimes even a handful of friends are too many. don't be afraid to let people go (see 1)...roots are more important than leaves (though they have a purpose) to the longevity of the tree

6) treasure your children. respect them. listen to them. there's wisdom in them. if you listen even when they're not speaking they will clue you in on what they need from you as a parent.

7) respect your spouse as an individual

8) take time for yourself--when I was 20 no one had to tell me it was okay to make myself priority 1. Now, at 29, me time is a must in order to function fully as wifey and mommy (and any other hat that gets pushed my way)

9) nourish relationships...every Oprah needs a Gayle

10) never stop learning...you will NEVER know it ALL

(The aforementioned are not listed in any particular order of importance)

What I wish someone woulda prepared me for; isn't it obvious? I'm beyond wishing for my mother's resurrection. I wish I'd asked more questions about motherhood and just being a woman. I wish I had gotten the opportunity to know her as I am now--have our relationship fully transition from mother/child to mother/daughter. I wish my children could know, firsthand, where I come from. I wish someone woulda told me I'd spend nights crying unconsolably because of grief. I wish someone woulda told me I'd miss my mama so much it would physically hurt. I wish someone woulda told me how to help my brother become a man unafraid of the future AND his potential, tell him how he can actually be audacious enough to live the things he sees in his mind.

I wish someone woulda told me, when I turned 20, that I would come to know/trust love. That I would live for the smiles and laughter of my babies. That my heart would melt the first time I heard them cry. That I would forever be wrapped around their little fingers the first time that wrapped their little fists around my finger. I wish someone woulda told me that I would spend time in idle imagination wondering what life would be like had I chosen another path and that I would spend more time grateful that I didn't. I wish someone woulda told me, when I turned 22, that I would look into a man's soul thru his eyes and find it possible to believe that he loves me with every fiber of his being. I wish someone woulda told me that a man would cross an ocean and jump continents to find me and all my host of imperfections and say (straight-faced) that I am perfect for him. I wish someone woulda told me that I could lie in bed and dream aloud, that I could be with a man who is unafraid to say, "I need your help", that I could be with a man poetically spiritual enough to recognize that a phrase as wonderfully simplistic as, "will you take my hand" would speak volumes to me (even if no one else in the world gets it). I wish someone woulda told me that I could be satisfied--belly full, pants unbuttoned satisfied. I wish I woulda believed them had they painted the full brilliant picture in bold colors. My 20s (and my future) are all summarized by a portrait hanging in my livingroom of me, my husband and our children--my family!

So, in a way, I'm glad that I was unprepared; glad that no one drew a roadmap from here to there because there's no blueprint for this. No two individuals like Lawrence and I have come together as we have to create the family like ours so they couldn't really advise me on how to navigate it, at least not as detailed as I would have wanted it.

If someone woulda told me that I all I needed my mama for were roots and wings I'da probably cursed them. God is sovereign...now I know. I love you, Ma! I miss you...until 1,000 years is more like a day...

My 30th birthday is five months away and I am looking forward to becoming more of a WOman (remember that convo CJ?). What I know more now than when I was 20, with less cockiness and more calm confidence, is that "as I am" is good enough...I am, as I am, good enough...


*journal entry 6/10/07 1:35am