if we filled each entertaining moment with a choice of family programming I think we might be better for it. Did you ever notice that the Original Disney Movie, and the Original ABC family movie, teach lessons of love with fortitude. Love is a word that I have known since my earliest days of memories. It dates back in my lifetime periodicals far before I knew anything of dislike, disdain or even understood the magnitude of pain. I don’t remember to much programming or tv from the early formidable years except for Shelly Long, Troop Beverly Hills Hello Again, Troop Beverly Hills, Splash, and Highway to Heaven which is a very stellar movie, and of course She’s Out of Control. One thing that all these memories locked away in my heart is the overwhelming importance of love, sacrifice and hope. This year I have begun to embrace life with a new zest, a new outlook and definitely a new intent. Love is this amazing thing, and us people, we are equally as extraordinary. Maybe if we spent less time lusting for a greedy life, a greedy existence of desire, and dulling of senses for the sense of physical pleasures we would find our true smile, our true hope hiding behind the most simplicity that life can provide. The answers we seek to our most internal peace are taught to us in the most beautiful of things in our childhood. In friendships, in first love notes. We learn these behaviors of misery, of disdain, and envy. We learn manipulation of spirit of emotion around about school days when we feel the first nudges of distance from other people. For as beautiful as our hearts are as small children, at home we soak up in most days all the love a little person can hope for even when our homes are not exactly as life states it should be. We go off to school and other peoples views of us become an important part of our world, and we want them to love us the same way, we want friends to be so full and fruitful, we want to have allies. Yet the older we grow and the more we understand, the more complicated it becomes. We beat down possibility with out the humbleness of being children. Did you know how much God is those happy family movies. So much it burst from the screen and sometimes the tears that begin in our eyes our tear ducts become waterfalls of understanding and change and we are touched. I might be a little shy to say this but I live for the moments to feel things, to be moved to emotion, to be apart of how love can change a thought, open a closed door to a forgiving heart. Be apart of making your own Original Disney Movie, apply your adult lesson plan to this school of life that never stops teaching. Be hopeful, be peaceful, be brave, be full of life and be full of love. Enjoy life without the greed to be better, the greed to be seen, the greed that keeps you feeding on misery.
Monthly Archives: August 2012
Dear God, most High
I must ask as to why, you have given me such beauty,such love so young whimsical and eternal it allows me to fly, trying my best to get close to you , without these birds of paradise, I wouldn’t have made it through. They give me smiles, audible and silent, support, and honesty, a truth of life, because of them I will try with all of my might to be the best me I could possibly be, I think the you in them, gives me a kiss of hope eternally. Something to believe in, something to show that life has the ability to be more than the moments that affect us negatively, it can be the most beautiful of all things when love is the air that lifts are wings… thank you God for friends like these…….
To Erin, Sian, Chimere, Christopher Stanback, Brooks James, Desmond, Seline, Tashima ,Tia, Lauren, Daryl and Ty
Because of you I survived the storm, and now I can spread my wings.. for your prayers, your love and your support, I couldn’t ask for more.. You hardly ever falter, and most of you never leave, you allow me to wear my heart on my sleeve, to fall and fail, to get up and try again, I thank God daily for such beautiful friends.
Funny I have been so caught up in what I lost with my family that I forgot how much I had with these people. I changed in so many positive ways but I became cynical. Today I realized that… but I am back.. well at least the nice part.
Suzanne Collins and her dang Hunger Games. It was an outright fevered phenomena, and in parts the idea of it is a blind sadness that breaks the hearts of the kind soul. It mends the ideology of a growing evil but mostly it is the beginning of a hope for the commonality of man. We hunger for love and she plays us to the left now doesn’t she?… with a story where competition is reliant upon survival but then us the watchers how we hunger for death and love in the same passionate way. Yet our hope that love will supersede death is far greater yet love is passe these days. We rather watch the humiliation of another rather than the victory. I hunger for the beat of my heart to skip and triple at the touch of a hand, at the wisp of hair moved from my eyes so that I can see. I am a woman, do men hunger for these moments to be valiant, well the hunger games says so…. Is Suzanne telling us that if we choose to watch the birth of love prior to the penchant for death that life would be less likely to have an audience or more likely to just be the manipulated party. This movie burned my need to be quiet and I wanted to yell. I did.. i spoke to the TV like it was sitting with me speaking back… I wanted to move beyond the images and then I yearned in my heart for arms to circle me and touch me, and love me something I hungered for and I thought about it…… may the odds be forever in your favor…. for me… they haven’t been where love is concerned and I hunger for it.
I seek the moment of paradise, yearn for it’s beginning. Strive for the belief that beauty is beyond the seen, the evident, the instrument to life. My heartbeats are strong, although they seek to weaken it’s steps, weaken it’s faith. They ask me why I speak of my heart as though it lives, as though it walks daily. It may not have it’s own feet, own legs, but’s movement and vibrations are loud and independent. It’s resolve has the will power to move change with lost pints of nectar. I find no lost in it’s sabbaticals. When it returns it’s ability to teach me lessons is beyond those people who claim love, who preach belief. My heart is it’s faith in God. It’s faith in me. Heart prints are portals to lives before lived, to days already written yet undocumented. The Baring of my soul is the opportunity to believed in the down trodden underdog. That underdog isis me and I believe in me.