Just pause…

In response to the daily prompt: Pause

The next time your friend, co-worker or other acquaintance begins their greeting with, “Did you hear…”, or “I don’t mean to be judgmental, but…” Listen, pause, find the love, and turn it around so the news or judgments can showcase the best in the situation –  no matter what it is. It only takes a few seconds to see the love ~ just pause.



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Desire to bring love…

In response to the daily prompt Desire.

I have been loved.

I have been hated.

I have been desired.

I have been repulsive.

I have loved others.

I have loved myself.

I have hated others.

I have hated myself.

I know that we are all one.

I know that we all do the best we can.

I know that we all love in our own way.

I know that love is the answer.

I desire to share love.


Choose Love

In response to the daily prompt Resist

Resist gossip

Choose to be a friend

Resist judgment

Choose to be fair

Resist jealousy

Choose to be strong

Resist greed

Choose to be happy

Resist returning to past hurts

Choose now

Resist concerns of future trials

Choose to be here

Resist hate

Choose love


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Rose Colored Glasses

In response to the daily prompt.

Have you ever heard the expression about seeing the world with rose-colored glasses? I remember the first time I heard it when I was a child. I was, in fact, told that I shouldn’t see the world with rose-colored glasses.

The purpose of this warning from my mother, as my protector, was to help me survive this earth. It was a harsh but necessary lesson. There is much to be weary of here.

I believe the Earth is a place of growth but our healthy, loving advancement has been compromised by greed, jealousy and anger. For that reason we must teach our children to protect themselves while they are young. Once we reach maturity; however, we need to recognize when we are safe and return to our natural state, that of love.

In other words, seeing the world with rose-colored glasses is indeed a detriment while we learn what life on earth is all about, but once we are in a safe place where we can reasonably protect ourselves, it is a necessary filter.

Everyone does the best they can with what they have; everyone makes mistakes; and everyone wants to return to love.

The next time you notice yourself being judgmental of other’s actions, or your own, put on your rose-colored glasses and look for the love.

12876157 - through rose-colored glasses the world looks much more optimistic

The more of us that practice this, the more love will be present here on Earth.



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Privacy is gone

There is a camera at every intersection in nearly every United States city.

There is a camera in every vestibule, entryway or foyer of almost every building, school library, and shopping center.

There are cameras on houses and in driveways.

There are cameras on cars and in our pockets.

There are cameras on airplanes and the drones available at Toys R Us that neighbors use to spy on neighbors.

There are microphones in workplaces and classrooms.

We are now watched at work, at market and at home.

Privacy is gone.



In response to the daily prompt…

She held her breath as her son played his solo in the middle school band concert. He had been practicing all week for his big night. “Did good, Mom,” the woman next to her whispered. Jenni smiled at the woman and drew in one long deep breath. She sank down into the lightly cushioned auditorium chair, relaxing for the first time all week. The band played their rendition of the latest pop song as Jenni looked at her watch; a bit disappointed, there was at least 30 minutes left before the concert ended, “There is just not enough time in the day.”

Her concern was on parallel with most of the moms in the crowd that night. Homework, soccer schedules, parent’s group, the kids weekend art classes, dinner, breakfast, girl’s night out… she closed her eyes. She slept peacefully amongst the squeaks, squeals and occasional perfect notes played by her son’s middle school class. These were, indeed, the most restful moments of her week. Overworked.

Imani walked silently back from the market, a bag of unknown textiles strewn across her shoulders. The Nigerian sun struggled to force its bright, hot rays of light through the immense foliage that lined the dirt pathway she traversed. That bag of discarded t-shirts, jeans and shoes pulling on her shoulders represented enough money to feed her family for a month. She was taking them to her home village to sell. Imani was the sole provider for her family; her husband had been gone for many years.

The bag held in it the future. She bought the bag at market with part of the cash she made from the previous month’s sales. She did not know what exactly was in the bag only that it came from America. If it was full of stained baby clothes her losses would be too great and she would be done. If it had good discards, Abercrombie or Levi, she could potentially save some money for later. She wasn’t allowed to open the bag before she put a bid on it – it was simply a gamble.

She arrived home in the late afternoon; her eldest daughter had already made dinner and fed the younger children. “Can you help me?” her daughter asked, holding out her hand.

“Let me see,” Imani dropped the bag on the floor and unwrapped the bandage that had covered her daughter’s right hand motioning for her youngest to bring her a new cloth and some herbs. “Looks like it is healing well.” She finished redressing the wound, “Why do you play football with the boys?” Imani asked her daughter, a slight note of irritation in her voice.

“Mama, you worry too much,” her daughter protested, “I have to have some fun, right?” Imani smiled and announced to her other two children to get their books, “Study time.”

The family sat together, each working on their lessons. Imani looked at her feet, dirty and bruised from the two-day journey to get the bag of clothes. She stashed it in the closet, safe for the night. Tomorrow she would get up before sunrise to take the bag to the local market and lay the clothes out for sale.

For now Imani lay down on the floor next to her youngest child while he read his text; the sound of his voice was like a beautiful lullaby – lulling her to sleep in the safety of her family. Overworked.


Aesthetics please…

  • Love only who I say, when I say, how I say – Aesthetics please
  • Be on time – Aesthetics please
  • Agree with me – Aesthetics please
  • Think as I do – Aesthetics please
  • Go to college – Aesthetics please
  • Married with children – Aesthetics please
  • No original thought- Aesthetics please
  • Do as I say – Aesthetics please
  • Do as they say – Aesthetics please
  • Amass debt – Aesthetics please
  • Die without spiritual growth – Aesthetics please