Way across the Green
Keen attention to dots of colors
Flowers of joy and peace rising
Taking you miles from the task at hand
Land staking claim to skull and bones
Moans and groans intermingle with squeaks and screeches
Speeches of hope and eternal rest
Breast full of pain and sorrow
Tomorrow still to come
But, today demands your attention,
Pretensions will never quite fully
Dull the sounds of the Pulley
But, try as it may,
Can never fully
Place in its hold
The soul of the unencumbered spirit rising
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GIRL TALK RISING
So I had the best time talking with my cousin yesterday. It was totally "unscheduled" girl time but nonetheless powerful beyond measure. Spontaneous combustion to say the least.
Our conversation ran the gamut....we talked about the beautiful shade of rust material her purse was made of... but we also talked about the backpacks she was filling with donated items for students going back to school ....and we talked about the social she was planning with her business partner for back to college kids in the fall.... and the Ignite your Purpose conference she'd be attending with her business partner Krystal in Atlanta.
Phew! and I thought I was busy. This girl is on fire!
Then we took a breather to say goodbye to the guys (my boys and their dad) and then we really got to talking! This was by no means pointless girl prattle or empty pontification but really it was one of the more enjoyable conversations I've had in a long time. There was some really deep and meaningful dialogue between our souls. If you must know, we also talked about the difference between abstinence and celibacy and the need for adolescents and adults alike to be clear about their choices.
Furthermore we examined what the bible has to say about the impact of those choices on our body temples. I will venture here to say that, anyone who attempts to exact undue influence on you to make unsafe choices is not a credible witness.
Of course that line of conversation led us down the path to then talk about the perils and pleasures of relationship building in our age of instant gratification and the ubiquitous 'ME'.
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In light of that we discussed the work of a cutting edge author named Armani who wrote the book, 'This is Why I Won't Marry You'. This is a writer who is definitely gifted with insights into relationship building. Whenever someone tells you that one of the hallmarks of a relationship (or a good life for that matter) is to forgive and forget quickly and easily, then you do need to sit up straight and listen. Armani has obviously tapped into a zone of scriptural truth and spiritual enlightenment.
Our conversation progressed in its deep ascent towards the philosophical construct of Truth. Yes, that truth that we were told as children to speak and speak it well cost it what it will. My cousin, by the way, has never lost the childlike knack for speaking Truth with clarity and precision. Thankfully she never developed those adult censors we all have, but at the same time she has a laser like sensor for what people need to hear at just the right time. ( This is her gift and purpose). We were giggling about how Jesus always spoke the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the Truth and how in talking with the pharisees about themselves, the truth is all that Jesus had to tell, even though it hurt like hell.
The girl talk then turned from Truth to the lies women and men tell themselves as a coping mechanism in this world of Trauma, Trouble, Temptation and Television. Television in my opinion being the trigger for all the other T's. The stuff television programming is made of is at an all time low save for the highs brought to us by shows such as OWN's Lifeclass. Or the all time high brought to us by Discovery in Nik Wallenda celebrating God as he hangs in the balance on a wire slung high across the Grand Canyon literally. (no lie).
Nik Wallenda Faith Rising
Some times its hard to decide on what you will believe your eyes or your spirit. Yes we sometimes struggle earnestly with what our spirit is trying to tell us- It can be a struggle to dim the din of our internal voices. Not to mention the din of external crises such as the CNN report on the San Francisco Asiana Airlines crash that caught our attention literally mid sentence as we sat on my living room couch. There will always be Breaking News arresting our attention, demanding our participation, but we must befriend silence in order to find a compass. As we sat together and watched the news in silent disbelief we both knew in our spirits that we were watching a miracle unfold.
I won't bore you with much more of our conversation, but one of the last and most important things we talked about is the need for our young girls and boys to have a mentor in their lives. Once we have done the hard work of working on ourselves by dutifully showing up for our own life classes, then its time to reach back into our communities and give a hand up to girls and boys who were Born to Rise. Reach back to encourage them not to settle for the mediocre, but rather, to elevate the level of their own talk to the realm of wisdom and understanding - mindful of matters of the heart and the mind of God.
I made two subconscious decisions during this 'unscheduled' talk with my cuz. The first one is that, sometimes being too busy for anything, accomplishes nothing. Secondly I am just going to go ahead and START that book club I've been TALKING about. It's Time for us girls to do a BookTalk Rising. Shoot me an email me with suggestions for the title for our first book. Email: Tzpora@stelmosfire.org and be sure to join in the conversation here.
Love and Blessings
Everbody's got a Story to Tell
Unlock Your Soul Say It Well
Before you exist there is but one soliloquy for humanity a singular GIST
Then from stage left the newborn emerges with its indignant yodel
indicative of doom Jarred from its romper room…. in the womb.....delivered into the cradle.
The babe in arms gurgles an ode to the milky way
Not much to say by way of an in depth commentary. There from its suspended state of euphoria
Offers, but a main idea born of a milk induced stupor.
A cruising toddler knows and tells no lies
Sees no guile
In its circuitous tall tales of no. ......Oblivious to its
Ere comes the phase of youthful eyes, looking
Marked by blooming bluebonnets and lavender
fields, sun kissed turquoise shores, cityscapes encrusted in a billion points of twinkling lights, mosaic inlayed mosques; Easter hats, dresses and polo matches…. a life of bliss
Enumerated in journals with fountain or rose colored pens of variegated ink…
pretty in pink.
All the while with your story balled up in your
And what of love
Perhaps a grown up fairy tale of Cinderella
What is your potion….. What is it that is written for you in the stars?
Is it an epic love
trilogy of Tristan and
Isolde that may yet
A doomed throw back to
A tragedy of the stuff
Aida was made of ?
Your Love story coming at you from the west side with
destructive gale force winds
from the East
A Google eye view of a teen hood ruptured
Squinting at life
through Shattered glass
At the other side of midnight
Life on a stage built for
a different script.....
A different booklist filled with routines and themes of
Here lies unfinished drafts of Bleeding sweat
in stifling shops;
Terrifying Tippy Toe Treks through
for a drink of
water before you die.....
Imploding your reverie into smithereens.....
Love Gems as yet unspoken Falling silently from your lips….
into the dust
Undulating no more; your unrythmic hips......
lay unreponsive; fractured …. devoid of lust
With Dewey Eyes flung wide open in disbelief on first sight of the seedier side of love
And all the while your grown up Christmases are coming at you fast and
Life and death, Love and War, Joy and Pain happening at warp speed… faster than
your pen can fly across the page. YourLife becomes a constant struggle to accurately Capture and Post YourPurpose and existence on the Wall of the Universe.
Frustration sets in and you switch genres in desperation; in an effort to manage the birth pangs of your unfinished story. Your poetry becomes prose; Truth reads like fiction; Your world has come undone.
But wait…. there is that glimmer of somethingness; that insurgency in your soul that cries out and looks back in wonder at the nothingness from whence you came. A soul poised in readiness to receive and accept the comforting overtures made by mother nature. A Soul that embraces those unexpected moments of restoration of faith in human nature... And then…..There’s that soul stirring glimpse of the Mind of your Maker…….
These saving Graces give voice and
Proffer meaning and avenues through the
Provides A Centre that can
The GIST of a story that MUST be