Uh oh 😞. This can’t be good. You know the outcome of this type of situation because you’ve done it and seen it before. You pull the string and there it goes. You put it in the washer or dryer and when you open the door it it’s no more but shreds of what it use to be. Or what about that fine garment that you can just pull the thread and watch it go from a scarf or skirt to this amazingly long piece of very fine threading. Poof!!! Vanished!!!
Whenever I think of something unraveling I think of nothing salvageable being left. You may as well toss it and get a new one or say your farewell. Maybe both.
I give the years 2010 until 2015 for me the ominous title THE UNRAVELING. I imagine it in big red scary creepy Steven Spielberg letters. You’re afraid to open the book!!! It’s the years I’ve been dealt the most blows, seen the most valleys, cried the most tears, lost quite a bit, and mostly spent in darkness catching glimpses of light. Anguish and hell. It’s the unraveling of everything you once knew and once were. The familiar is gone. It’s a how did I get here, let me count the ways moment. It’s a “Wait. No. I wasn’t ready.” The sudden death of your life as you know it. Yes. The unraveling is fast but seems to go on forever and you can’t stop it. And you know when it gets to the end there will be nothing left that you can make sense out of. You’ll have the memory of what it use to be and the scars to prove it existed.
As I look at the heap of life I once knew, I know it’s gone. So now what do I do? I say to God. Now what? In the natural we replace it if it’s a necessity or we really like it. And it may not be the exact same one but, we learn to love it or like it. Sometimes we say”I’ll purchase a better one this time and make sure I take care of it.” Heck it may even come with an extra pocket or hood or fancier stitch.
So the Universe speaks. Hold it right there. I’ll get you a NEW ONE. I’m sorry your old life got ripped to shreds in the unraveling but it was time. (you frown) Listen says the Universe, I’ve got to make this NEW LIFE for you but I need your input and cooperation. Work with me. Let’s make it the best NEW LIFE ever! Dream it up! Find your new pleasures, scrap the good from the old going forth with lessons learned as the new pattern. We’ll weave it all in. Oh oh I know. You’ll have your moments threading a NEW LIFE but cry your way through. Shout your way through it. Just keep sewing sewing sewing (Universe sings in Dori voice from Finding Nemo) and before you know it you’ll start to smile more. You’ll step back and see things are coming along. It’s going to be fabulous. It’s going to be rich with love and opportunities to improve. To live up to your highest potential.
So as scary as the unraveling is… You will be given NEW LIFE and this time you’ll remember working with the Creator to create it. Hmmm… It’s all coming back to me. Now lets get back to making this pattern…let’s see. Where did I put that lesson on self love…oh here it is! Right in front of me!!!
Thoughts that Count:
Hello? Hey! I was just thinking about you.
Hey. I called to check on you. How’s it been going?
I was at the market and they had your favorite flowers. Here. For you. Just because.
I’m cooking your favorite meal.
Stopped by your favorite place and picked up your favorite dessert.
I’ll cook tonight.
I’ll get the dishes.
I’ve been praying for you.
I bought you a souvenir from my trip.
I made you coffee.
I made you tea.
Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.
Foot rub. Put ’em up here.
I ran your bath 🛀 water.
One of my brothers (I have 4 and 1 sister), was out with a friend of his and purchased me some Shea Butter because he knows I like natural products. He also brings me honey from the Honey Guy on his job. 100% natural. Straight from the bees.
Thoughts do count. They count as kind acts deposited in the heart’s account and a withdrawal at anytime can be made at anytime from the memory bank.
I’m more attracted to spirituality. It’s quiet. It’s not alot of pressure to do EVERYTHING RIGHT OR LOTS OF RULES AND REGULATIONS OR RITUALS. It’s more self reflective than finding the short comings and faults of others. Less positions and more elevation. Less judgement and more understanding.
In spirituality you’re learning, growing, evolving. You understand you don’t have to convince anyone that you’re a light. You don’t have to convince them to become a light. You just shine. If they say I’m a candle or fire or the sun or the moon or stars you say okay. Cool.
Spirituality asks it doesn’t demand, command, threaten or use any scare tactics. All of those things to me, are so unspiritual. So ungodly. It doesn’t say think like me, believe like me, do like me…me me me… I’d rather just be be be in the presence of God, the Divine Creator of the Universe.
I find it to be the coordination of the Universe as to why I didn’t blog early this morning with my letter R. I had no idea what to write but, as I heard the news hours ago my beloved “Prince” Roger Nelson has elevated to a higher dimension. My favorite Gemini ♊ on the planet.
You had to have some level of consciousness and uniqueness about yourself to be able to identify with him. Fans usually identify with something about the one they are FANATIC about. Otherwise, you simply like the artist. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that!
There are musicians, singers, entertainers and artists. Rarely do you get those things all in one person. I think Prince was that. He had a wonderful habit of DOING HIS OWN THING and MINDING HIS BUSINESS. He’s a musical and lyrical genius. I’m still trying to decipher Starfish & Coffee (one of my favorite songs). He could vividly tell a story while singing. He didn’t care what they said about him or hope he dressed and the crazier the better…a little give them something to talk about. It’s called being true to yourself. It’s called wild and rebellious and then you grow up but you keep your uniqueness. You never part with your creativity. There was no formula he needed to make a hit. He did his own thing while many were doing the same thing. How do you keep up with the times, never change but change and be ahead of your time? It’s what ICONS do. It’s what makes them icons.
It’s the confidence that comes effortlessly when you forget about who you’re programmed to be and just be. He was of small statute but mind-bogglingly gifted as an artist. He did rock and roll, rhythm and blues, pop, funk, hip hop, soul, and filtered in some gospel. He was like a gumbo. He even gave us sounds we didn’t know what to do with except accept it as a token of his love for what he came here to do.
I like that he never felt the NEED or the pressure to explain himself. He only talked when he wanted to, to who he wanted to talk to and when he felt some sort of injustice needed to be verbally addressed. He didn’t go back and forth with other artists that I know of. He was very private. So many artist should have taken and should take a page out his book when it comes to media relations.
His music is so much apart of my LIFE SOUNDTRACK and memories I was certainly not ready for this impromptu performance of departure. It was a quiet song. His departure to the next flight ✈ was undetected. Like he was. He always seem to come out of nowhere with great music and disappear.
He left us in his home, in the studio. In his studio. There’s peace ✌ when you can say goodbye in there mist of doing what you love 💜
Quiet. The city rain waters down the hustle and bustle of city life
Hush. I’ll silence the never ending to do list and lower the notch of the hype
I’ll wash the leaves of trees so you’ll notice they’re alive and thriving
As you rip and run merely surviving
I’ll soak the earth to soak your feet
Reminding you to remember me
Slow down. Pay attention to the NOW time
As the rain drops tap the pavement and ease your mind
I’ve been chatting all day and well into the evening
After midnight I’ll be leaving
But not before I tell you a bedtime story while resting on your window seal
About how all your dreams can come true and how wounds can be healed
Quiet now Dear, The City Rain Speaks of peace.
-Nikki aka F.Y.E the Poetess
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“I’d never punish my child “like that”. I’d never allow my child to eat candy. I wouldn’t allow my child to wear that. I can’t believe she let her teen die her hair purple.”
There may be extreme circumstances but, this blog is not about that. This blog is about Parents shaming other Parents for the choices they make for “their” children and then tossing them into BAD PARENT JAIL… FOREVER. Just because you wouldn’t do it or you were not taught/raised that way doesn’t mean you’re a better parent or the way you were raised was better then another person. It simply confirms the that:
EVERYONE’S CHILDHOOD IS DIFFERENT and that plays a role in how we raise our own children.
We all have DIFFERENT philosophies on parenting.
Our personalities play a role in parenting. We have different personalities.
Different life experiences play a role in parenting.
I’m not sure because a parent let their child wear a Mohawk the parent is a bad parent or lacks good judgement simply because it’s something I’d never do. Do they have a good relationship with their child? Is the child loved and cared for? Fed? Doing well in school? Has morals and values? (those are subjective too based on many things including culture and religious views).
I was only wondering, since there is no handbook to parenting, if we could be more supportive of other parents in general. Especially when they make mistakes. After all, there are no perfect parents… Not even you.
I don’t think it has much to do with my zodiac sign Pisces ♓ but more so the peace that the ocean brings. It’s the crashing of the waves onto shore that seems to lull you to sleep at night. It’s the rolling, the motion of the tides that seem to come up to your toes and kiss them and playfully run away. It’s a pleasurable game.
When you attempt to take in its vastness and imagine its depth you are overwhelmed with awe. You start to think of the stories it could yield.
It’s the way it says good morning with sparkles in the water like diamonds floating on top as the sun rises. It’s the way it says goodnight in concert with the sunset.
I don’t know what it is about the smell, the sound, and the motion of the ocean but…I like it.