It's day 5 of our celebration for (28 Days of Love) and we present a personal refection from mother, friend, writer, educator, life coach and co-author of the book "Journeys of Love Voices of the Heart," Rose Mitchell. Truly, there is no greater love than that of the creator and the one who gave us life. This is simply beautiful.....
A MOTHER’S LOVE
(In honor of my loving mother, Mozell Harvey)
Deep in your eyes is where wisdom, strength and courage reside. You offer me a loving home with eyes so brown and true, so round and complete. I accept the invitation. As you stroke my hair, I look into eyes dark like onyx and find comfort in knowing that home is where the heart is. You made a house a home with your unconditional love.
Cinnamon skin so soft yet tough enough to weather unexpected storms. I escape in your arms for guidance as you caress me with sun-kissed skin and embrace me with your brown sugar. You nurture what ills me with special, tender loving care and I am healed. I am addicted to love.
Upon your face, I have witnessed disappointment, grief, hurt and sorrow. On the face of an angel, I have seen expressions of joy, contentment and happiness. Smiling when you wanted to cry, laughing when you wanted to sigh and giving when you wanted to receive made you a legend. Time made you strong. Experiences made you proud. Your endurance is amazing. Your determination is a Godsend. Your love is endless.
Your hands are aged with grace, dignity and purpose. They give comfort, provide security and offer support. The palms of your hands symbolize a history of survival. You have magic in your fingers and I am blessed by your touch. You have the ability to quench my thirst with kindness and feed my hunger with love. You add a pinch of affection, a sprinkle of emotion, a dash of commitment and a spoonful of devotion. Your ingredients are essential and your remedy is effective.
Your character is that of respect, trust and honesty. It shapes my life and gives true meaning to being a woman. I value the lessons. You are brave like a solider and courageous like a warrior. I salute and stand proud in honor of the love we share. You are relentless in your efforts. You have withstood test, trials and tribulations. Your mission is successfully complete for I am a reflection of your greatness. Everyday I stand in the image of your goodness. My foundation is strong because you provide structure and balance.
When I look in the mirror, I see you staring back at me. You are my mother, my hero, my role model, and my friend.
Rose Mitchell, Copyright 2001 for more information about this phenomenal woman please visit www.HillabeesandRoses.com
Friday, February 5, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
"In My Eyes"
Day 4 of (28 Days of Love) is blessed with the words of Jeff Haskins, a former highschool classmate, massage expert, and health guru who takes his journey to wellness just as serious as his writing. Follow him on www.jeffsjuicefast.blogspot.com but before you do, ya gotta follow this...enjoy!
In my eyes
Look listen and learn
From a distance my resistance
Allows me to be perfect
In my eyes
Perfection is a striation
On my mental and physical relation to everything
You see I can be as I am
You can be who you are
And be perfect as it is
In my eyes
If I choose to see flaw
I break a universal law
Of letting go of my need to judge you
Then my love for you is no-longer true
In my eyes
The view from above
The one that views with love
The one that is, just because
And not attached to the outcome
Allows you to be
All that you desire to be
Good, bad or indifferently
In my eyes
The suffering that you see
Is a suffering that is from your belief
That you are not worthy
To receive every single blessing
That makes you,
In my eyes PERFECTION...
(c) Haskins
In my eyes
Look listen and learn
From a distance my resistance
Allows me to be perfect
In my eyes
Perfection is a striation
On my mental and physical relation to everything
You see I can be as I am
You can be who you are
And be perfect as it is
In my eyes
If I choose to see flaw
I break a universal law
Of letting go of my need to judge you
Then my love for you is no-longer true
In my eyes
The view from above
The one that views with love
The one that is, just because
And not attached to the outcome
Allows you to be
All that you desire to be
Good, bad or indifferently
In my eyes
The suffering that you see
Is a suffering that is from your belief
That you are not worthy
To receive every single blessing
That makes you,
In my eyes PERFECTION...
(c) Haskins
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I Gotta Love Jones!
It's day 3 of our journey....and I'm ready to snap, clap my way through one of the most memorable cinematic experiences just oooozing with LOVE! A double chocolate treat with "A Blues For Nina," from Darius (Lorenz Tate) and "I am looking at Music," from Nina( Nia Long).
A Blues for Nina…
Say baby, can I be your slave
I've got to admit girl, you're the shit girl
And I'm diggin' you like a grave
Now do they call you daughter to the spinnin post, or
Or maybe Queen of 2,000 moons
Sister to the distant, yet risin' star
Is your name Yimmy-Ya
Oh hell nah, it's got to be Oshun
Ooo, is that a smile me put on your face child
Wide as a field of Jasmine and Glover
Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money
Hound legs that'll spank Jehovah
Shit, who am I?
It's not important
But they call me Brother to the Night
And right now
I'm the blues in your left thigh
Tryin to become the funk in your right
Who am I?
I'll be whoever you say
But right now, I'm the sight raped hunter
Blindly pursuing you as my prey
And I just wanna give you injections, of sublime erections
And get you to dance to my rhythm
Make you dream archaetypes, of black angels in flight
Upon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism
Come on slim
Fuck yo' man, I ain't worried about him
It's you who I wanna step to my scene
Cause rather than deal with the fallacy
Of this dry ass reality
I rather dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream
Who am I?
Well they all call me Brother to the Night
And right now, I'm the blues in your left thigh
Trying to become the funk in your right
Is that alright
I Am Looking At Music,
by Pinkie Gordon Lane
It is the color of light,
The shape of sound high in the evergreens
It lies suspended in hills,
A blue line in a red sky.
I am looking at sound.
I am hearing the brightness
Of high bluffs and almond trees
I am tasting the wilderness
of lakes, rivers, and streams
Caught in an angle of song.
I am remembering water
That glows in the dawn
The motion tumbled in earth
Life hidden in mounds.
I am dancing a bright beam of light
I am remembering love
A Blues for Nina…
Say baby, can I be your slave
I've got to admit girl, you're the shit girl
And I'm diggin' you like a grave
Now do they call you daughter to the spinnin post, or
Or maybe Queen of 2,000 moons
Sister to the distant, yet risin' star
Is your name Yimmy-Ya
Oh hell nah, it's got to be Oshun
Ooo, is that a smile me put on your face child
Wide as a field of Jasmine and Glover
Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money
Hound legs that'll spank Jehovah
Shit, who am I?
It's not important
But they call me Brother to the Night
And right now
I'm the blues in your left thigh
Tryin to become the funk in your right
Who am I?
I'll be whoever you say
But right now, I'm the sight raped hunter
Blindly pursuing you as my prey
And I just wanna give you injections, of sublime erections
And get you to dance to my rhythm
Make you dream archaetypes, of black angels in flight
Upon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism
Come on slim
Fuck yo' man, I ain't worried about him
It's you who I wanna step to my scene
Cause rather than deal with the fallacy
Of this dry ass reality
I rather dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream
Who am I?
Well they all call me Brother to the Night
And right now, I'm the blues in your left thigh
Trying to become the funk in your right
Is that alright
I Am Looking At Music,
by Pinkie Gordon Lane
It is the color of light,
The shape of sound high in the evergreens
It lies suspended in hills,
A blue line in a red sky.
I am looking at sound.
I am hearing the brightness
Of high bluffs and almond trees
I am tasting the wilderness
of lakes, rivers, and streams
Caught in an angle of song.
I am remembering water
That glows in the dawn
The motion tumbled in earth
Life hidden in mounds.
I am dancing a bright beam of light
I am remembering love
God's Love Letter
Love, aaaaahhhhh..love that powerful word….that feeling….that fleeting moment….that inspiration….that thought……that groove…that move……that note….that melody…that motion of the ocean…..that touch…that misconception…….and oh the deception…and yes the inflection and retrospection. That prayer…that assurance… that tendency to want this….even when it don’t fit, is the reason for the season of love!
In celebration of the 28 days of love we share the greatness of God's love! Be Blessed!
God's Love Letter
When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being.
When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils.
But you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into
man because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to
come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you. Man was
put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity. From
one bone, I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects man's life.
I chose the rib, which protects his heart and lungs and supports him,
as you are meant to do. Around this one bone, I shaped you....... I
modeled you. I created you perfectly and beautifully. Your characteristics
are as the rib, strong yet delicate and fragile. You provide protection
for the most delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the center of
his being; his lungs hold the breath of life. The ribcage will allow itself
to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart. Support man as the
rib cage supports the body. You were not taken from his feet, to be under
him, nor were you taken from his head, to be above him. You were taken from
his side, to stand beside him and be held close to his side. You are my
perfect angel.....You are my beautiful little girl. You have grown to be a
splendid woman of excellence, and my eyes fill when I see the virtues in
your heart. Your eyes......don't change them. Your lips, how lovely when
they part in prayer. Your nose, so perfect in form. Your hands so gentle to
touch. I've caressed your face in your deepest sleep. I've held your heart
close to mine. Of all that lives and breathes, you are most like me. Adam
walked with me in the cool of the day, yet he was lonely. He could not see
me or touch me. He could only feel me. So everything I wanted Adam to share
and experience with me, I fashioned in you; my holiness, my Strength, my
purity, my love, my protection and support. You are special because you are
an extension of me. Man represents my image, woman my emotions.
Together, you represent the totality of God.
So man......treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for she is fragile.
In hurting her, you hurt me. What you do to her, you do to me. In
crushing her, you only damage your own heart, the heart of your Father,
and the heart of her Father. Woman, support man. In humility, show him the
power of emotion I have given you. In gentle quietness, show your strength.
In love, show him that you are the rib that protects his inner self.
Did you not know that WOMAN is special in God's eyes?
(author unknown)
In celebration of the 28 days of love we share the greatness of God's love! Be Blessed!
God's Love Letter
When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being.
When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils.
But you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into
man because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to
come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you. Man was
put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity. From
one bone, I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects man's life.
I chose the rib, which protects his heart and lungs and supports him,
as you are meant to do. Around this one bone, I shaped you....... I
modeled you. I created you perfectly and beautifully. Your characteristics
are as the rib, strong yet delicate and fragile. You provide protection
for the most delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the center of
his being; his lungs hold the breath of life. The ribcage will allow itself
to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart. Support man as the
rib cage supports the body. You were not taken from his feet, to be under
him, nor were you taken from his head, to be above him. You were taken from
his side, to stand beside him and be held close to his side. You are my
perfect angel.....You are my beautiful little girl. You have grown to be a
splendid woman of excellence, and my eyes fill when I see the virtues in
your heart. Your eyes......don't change them. Your lips, how lovely when
they part in prayer. Your nose, so perfect in form. Your hands so gentle to
touch. I've caressed your face in your deepest sleep. I've held your heart
close to mine. Of all that lives and breathes, you are most like me. Adam
walked with me in the cool of the day, yet he was lonely. He could not see
me or touch me. He could only feel me. So everything I wanted Adam to share
and experience with me, I fashioned in you; my holiness, my Strength, my
purity, my love, my protection and support. You are special because you are
an extension of me. Man represents my image, woman my emotions.
Together, you represent the totality of God.
So man......treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for she is fragile.
In hurting her, you hurt me. What you do to her, you do to me. In
crushing her, you only damage your own heart, the heart of your Father,
and the heart of her Father. Woman, support man. In humility, show him the
power of emotion I have given you. In gentle quietness, show your strength.
In love, show him that you are the rib that protects his inner self.
Did you not know that WOMAN is special in God's eyes?
(author unknown)
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