Woman Powered Up II Talks CHAKRAS

What are chakras? I’m Christian, is this evil? What is energy? Tonight we talk about Chakras and what you do with the information is up to you. If you would like to join us, comment with your email and I will send you the link!

~Nikki

WOMAN POWRED UP II: AN EVENT. THE REIGN

THIS FRIDAY and EVERY FRIDAY of this month!

This Friday on Zoom we will talk about REIGNING in YOUR FINANCES.

Here is the link with all of the information. It’s free and I am asking for a $15 donation to support what I spend in advertising and paying speakers. Please click the link for full details.

https://www.facebook.com/events/3716958175057554?active_tab=about

~Nikki

Women History Month: Alma Thomas

Alma Woodsey Thomas was an American artist and educator whose distinctive color field paintings recall the techniques of Pointillism and Abstract Expressionism while representing an altogether independent artistic vision and body of work. The Georgia native spent most of her life in Washington D.C., where she taught art at Shaw Junior High School for 35 years. Thomas was actively involved in the local arts community, and become associated with the Washington Color School. Thomas powerfully refused to accept discriminatory labels and restrictions on her work and herself. Although she chose to let her art carry its own message, Thomas was nonetheless a groundbreaking and influential figure, and at the age of 80, she became the first African-American woman featured in a solo show at the Whitney Museum of American Art in 1972.

Source: artsy.net/artist/alma-thomas

Sunday Morning Coffee Musings: The Loss of My Big Brother

Last Sunday, I received a frantic phone call from my dad that my brother, Toney, was not breathing. I live next door to my parents where my brother was being cared for due to the aftermath of COVID on his body. I jumped out of bed and I opened the door I was greeted by police cars and emergency services. When I got into the house, it was chaos and the shrill of my mother’s voice. She had lost it and was inconsolable. Another one of my brothers was there on the scene. The paramedics worked on him, transported him to the hospital, but I knew he was already gone.

He is the oldest of six children. He is the funniest, also. Yesterday, we had his funeral and it was a beautiful Home Going Celebration of his life. He, along with my next to the oldest brother weren’t always the men they became. In their youth, they were wild and out of control. They game my mom and dad plenty of woes. But, eventually, years later, they both came to Christ and changed their lives. They both became the best versions of themselves and spent their lives making it up to all by being the best sons, brothers, relatives and parents they could be,

My oldest brother lit up any room he walked into. He always had jokes. He gave everyone a nickname. He would say things at the most inappropriate time and that is what would make it so funny. Even when he wasn’t the best version of himself, in the earlier years, he still was a devoted brother that would protect his siblings and care for us. My favorite memory is walking about 3 miles home from school in the rain, a cold day, or a snowy day with my youngest brother and when would get to the driveway, Toney would come out and greet us saying, “Come on in this house and get you something to eat,” He would have made soup, chili, grilled cheese or something he called “goulash”. We were always happy to see him on those days.

This Sunday morning is calm and beautiful. Last Sunday was chaotic, sad, yet it felt so good outside. I sat out and had coffee. He loved coffee, too. In fact, I gave him my old coffee maker that is at his home now. He passed away in the midst of having his second cup. Even in his sickness, he joked and laughed on his good days. On his bad days, he still managed to smile or to say something silly. He would apologize to the parents the next day if his behavior was not the best the day before.

Covid really did a number on him and exasperated his many underlying conditions. He was managing those conditions before Covid as he was a busy body. He could not be still. He was always doing something. Including being my yard man and maintenance man. I expected that to continue as I moved into my new home. He even said so himself. He use to do contract and construction work. He was a Veteran.

I haven’t really been able to grieve. Even after yesterday, it still just seems so unreal. I have never lost a sibling. I don’t know how to feel about it. Hurt. At peace that he is at peace. I understand death to be the doorway to the spiritual realm and I don’t believe he is LOST or DEAD or NO MORE. I just believe he exist in a different form and that yes, the body is dead. I can communicate with him like I communicate with Spirit. I can recall the many ways he brought us joy and laughter. The way he showed his love and his overprotectiveness. He was supportive. He showed up to church and showed up when you needed help at your home. I choose to cherish the joy and to feel what needs to be felt as I grapple with this huge change in my life.

~Nikki

WOMEN’S HISTORY MONTH

After moving to Little Rock, Arkansas, Daisy Bates helped start one of the first Black newspapers that was entirely dedicated to the Civil Rights Movement, The National Women’s History Museum notes. The civil rights activist served as president of her local NAACP chapter and eventually played a huge role in ending school segregation in Arkansas by organizing the Little Rock Nine — a group of nine Black students who integrated Central High School. Arkansas recognizes the third Monday in February as Daisy Gatson Bates Day to celebrate her legacy.

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~Nikki

Whatever Wednesday: Lost and Found in The New House

I forgot to post yesterday so here is my Whatever Wednesday. You never know what you are going to get when the house you move into is like a box of chocolates. While there were things that were left here for me by the previous owner, that was and is a friend of the family, there were things simply not taken. They didn’t need them and didn’t want them. So here are some of the things I found.

A compact turntable/speaker and stereo with a record player. It actually works! However, the compact turntable/speaker does not work.

Many cooks will agree the glass pots from back in the day are some of the best pots to have. I found dessert dishes and a vintage serving tray that I use daily! I also left was the soup and tray set. It is lovely and I can’t wait to use it.

I also found slides of amazing vacations to places like Morocco, Mexico, all sorts of overseas tours and places here in the United States. There were old photos and letters. I hope to find some family that may want the photos and slides so I boxed them and put them away. I just couldn’t toss those. The mother and sisters that lived here were the best neighbors one could have. Actually, mostly everyone that lived and live on this block are amazing neighbors. I think the two sisters left were actually half sisters. Things are more complicated than I am willing to share and some matters are private and shall remain that way. So, I will keep these photos in hopes to find a family member that want them.

~Nikki

Sunday Morning Coffee Musings: Easy Like Sunday Morning

I like the peace on a Saturday or Sunday morning. The quietness. The lack of hustle and bustle. I like to ease into my day but, that doesn’t always happen on weekdays. Saturdays and Sundays I get to choose. I love a morning when the sun creeps into my room. Here at my new home, that is exactly how it seems to happen. I have shutters and the sun seeps through creating a patterns on the walls. But no matter the day, mornings are a blessing because they indicate we are still here on this side of the coin. Mornings are a blessing for many reasons and I am sure you can find some.

Artwork by Nicole Jackson, Sun by God

~Nikki

Whatever Wednesday: That’s My Jam

What happens to the leftover strawberries that didn’t make the cut to become chocolate covered strawberries? I find things to make with them. I freeze them for smoothies or fresh strawberry lemonade. I use them in oatmeal. But, this time I wanted to do something different. I made strawberry jam. I also want to make something else with the leftover strawberries and blog it next week.

So, I researched things to make with strawberries. I forgot to mention I have made a strawberry shortcake with pound cake (Sarah Lee’s), cool whip, and fresh strawberries. This came up in the search. But, I saw something I enjoy anyways and that was strawberry jam. It was the first video that popped up and it was simple! I like simple. I gave it a try and it turned out perfect. I didn’t have a lemon or lemon juice but it still turned out perfect.

You can also do this with ANY berry (blueberry, blackberries, and raspberries). The only challenge for me was stirring because of Rheumatoid Arthritis. It was harsh on my wrists. BUT, it’s something I would make again and I would make a bigger batch to give to family. It lasts six months.

Here is the YouTube video I followed.

Sunday Morning Coffee Musings: Pleasant Surprises

My first cup of coffee at my new home.

Happy Valentine’s Day to you! It’s a snowy morning here in Memphis, TN. and according to our southern-ness it will be a week where we will be snowed it. If we were up North this would be a regular work and school week.

All this week I have experience “pleasant surprises” from financial blessings unrelated to my chocolate strawberry hustle this week to coming home and finding flowers with Valentine’s Day Wishes.

There has been hustle and bustle in between. There has been restlessness and wanting to get it all done in a day. What I needed was all of the pleasant surprises to remind to stop, look, listen, breathe, and appreciate the gifts or blessings life offers in the midst of being busy. Everyone has been saying you can’t unpack in a day. You can’t do all of the home improvements and decorating in a day. It’s going to take time, they say. Life is saying through pleasant surprise, “Here you go. Enjoy this moment and put that other stuff down for a while. Organize. Say no. Relax. Rest. Sleep. And at a decent hour.” Pleasant surprises say you are being supported as I saw others support my chocolate covered strawberries that have never purchased them before. When I saw the flowers it was saying to me, “You are being thought of.” I haven’t received a Valentine’s gift outside of family in seven years.

I hope you take the time to enjoy the pleasant surprises that arrive in your life. I mean to really slow down and savor them.

~Nikki

Whatever Wednesday: Moving On Up

Good Morning friends! I have been busy busy as I closed on my home two weeks ago. It was indeed a rocky journey that finally ended with a blessing. The home that is now filled with boxes and bags that need to be unpacked, is a home that I grew up next to. It is the home of family friends.

So, I got a call in July with Mrs. Dorothy asking me if I wanted to buy their home. She was moving back home to get the help she needed from family to take care of her sister. I’d just finished working on my credit to get it in fair standing. I thought it would be difficult but, I had no idea the turmoil that would unfold for the both of us trying to get this house into my hands. I cried. I gave up several times verbally but, never gave up mentally. My faith was tested is an understatement. However, something inside of me kept saying “This is mine. This belongs to me.”

My anxiety reached new heights. My depression, new lows. Yet, I persevered. I let go when I needed to let go and I held on when I needed to hold on. AND I didn’t always get that right either! I had family and friends that encouraged me along the way. It seems as if they never gave up. They kept saying it’s yours. It’s going to be okay. It’s going to work out. It did. I couldn’t really celebrate on closing day because so many things had happened along the way I was bracing myself for another “We need this or that”.

While I was at the closing, the closing attorney asked if I would like a new Bible for my new home and I said yes. Also, I was gifted $100 that day. My realtor gave me a card at the end of my signing and when I opened it a $50 Home Depot card fell out. I was able to use this money to buy paint for my kitchen area, laundry room, hallway, and my daughter’s room. I am on a very tight budget and wanted to brighten up the home. It was truly a blessing. Plus, my brother painted it for me.

I will be blogging more about this journey soon. Until then, take care.

~Nikki