Reaching back into my archives to bring you a piece I wrote last year on Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr’s Birthday.

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On this day I encourage you to read and reflect on a speech delivered five months before I was born by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. It is a celebration of a milestone in a battle, yet also a signal that the battle is not yet over. We’ve made some progress since then, but when the baton was passed on to our generation … what did we do with it?

Did we run till our feet got blistered or sore? Did we stand up for injustices in our homes, community, churches or jobs? Or did we pass the baton without even trying?

I’ve never been in the army but I have practiced marching for my “house: Melba” while at school in the West Indies. The same synchronicity and precision was needed and the “house” was as strong or as weak as its slowest, uncoordinated or day dreaming (yes me… LOL) member.

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With the fast approach of the celebration of Thanksgiving comes the expected question: what are you thankful for?

Each year my answer varies, but adds up to “my family and the fact that I’m still here!” Why so short you ask? Because really, I’m all about keeping it as monosyllabic as possible in order to do my part to keep the clock down and the food warm; cause invariably, there will always be someone who starts back at the year they were born and brings it forward.

This year, prompted by a thread in one of my groups, I’m putting it out there early and taking the time to elaborate a bit.

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On this day I encourage you to read and reflect on the transcript of a speech delivered five months before I was born by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Our God Is Marching On!
March 25, 1965. Montgomery, Ala.

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I hope this post finds you happy, hale and hearty.  As you can see by my previous post … the legend “James Brown” didn’t make it.  A reminder that as each new day welcomes arrivals, it also signals departures for others.  My thoughts and prayers go out to the Brown family and to all of you who suffered a loss.

If there’s anything I’ve learned about death, it’s that it makes me reevaluate my priorities, the health of my relationships, and cherish the people closest to me … my family.

On this day that celebrates the Hope inherent in each of our lives, I pray that you celebrate your relationships, those present and past and cherish the Love … for that’s what this holiday is about… the Love.

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I know it’s three days late and all the festivities are over, but it would be entirely remiss of me not to wish those of you who are mothers (and those of you who are fathers who have had to assume that role) a Happy Mother’s day.

So do take a whiff of the flowers and pat yourself on the back as you read my little ode.

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Hello everyone!

I’m back!  Ready to rock and roll and take control.  (Feeling a Janet Jackson song coming on here … LOL.) 

Firstly, to all the moms (and father’s who have had to assume that role), I wish you all a happy Mother’s Day.  I hope you liked my flowers, let me know what fragrance they emitted for you.

Secondly, if you click around the links of interest above, you’ll note that I’ve not been sleeping, but that I’ve been entertaining my creative side.  

Finally, you may or may not have noted that you’ve not received an update in a while.  I don’t know what Feedblitz’s story is, but I decided to take control of all my blogs, websites and newsletter and administer the output myself.

My hope is that this change will positively impact us both.  You’ll have content to read on a weekly basis (at least) and I’ll have practice at being a woman of my words as well as meeting deadlines.

Here’s to us both!

Models are not essentially health fanatics but are forced to become so, following healthy food recipes, if bothering to eat at all. Going for the present day trend of big natural breasts, they are not satisfied with their current body image at all. They will keep looking for the perfect breasts, perfect teeth, perfect hair and perfect skin until the day they die.

On this day I encourage you to read and reflect on a speech written five months before I was born. It is a celebration of a milestone in a battle, but signals that the battle is not yet done … we’ve made some progress since then, but when the baton was passed on to our generation … what more have we done?

Our God Is Marching On!
March 25, 1965. Montgomery, Ala.

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There’s so much I want to accomplish in this life that my schedule is always overbooked, which at times results in feeling overwhelmed, a sense of frustration, a bit of self castigation and most of the time–self doubt.

One of my goals for this past year was to trust God more and live in the present. Looking at my improved sense of self-worth and mental stability, I believe I accomplished that goal.

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I attended two funerals this year, (one of which you can read about here) and was privy to three others, but not close enough to attend. Although logically I know it’s a path of life, to begin and then to end. My emotional side says that it was five funerals too many.

Funerals signal an end to one phase of our lives and the beginning of another, much like the approaching yearend. As you assess the past year and plan your goals for the New Year, it’s a good time to examine the choices or decisions, if you will, that have held sway in your life. Ask yourself:

• Did I make good decisions?
• What motivated those decisions?
• When held up against God’s standards, do those decisions still apply now?
• If they do, how am I going to improve on them or move to the next level?
• If not, have I the courage to admit that they’re passé or the will to choose differently?

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This picture is from the office Christmas party eight years ago. I was on the climb up the corporate ladder, my prepubescent daughter was crossing all her t’s and dotting all her i’s at school. My mother’s health was stable and she had a home attendant to assist her with household duties, I was the Youth Choir Director at church and sang on the Adult choir, in a long term relationship, I was twenty-five pounds lighter and I was a miserable mess.

Why?

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