A Heartfelft New Years

New Year's Eve is a day away and an eventful 2010 is coming to a close.  It is that proverbial time of reflection before and resolutions after -- a crystal ball falls from the night sky and slurring Au Lang Syne.  As the song goes, "Should ol' acquaintances be forgot and never brought to mind?" Not to be cynical but in the whimsical world of dating and relationships, realistically this sentiment will visit us more than once a year.  Perhaps your 2010 love life left you feeling blah~zay and emotionally drained or just downright disgusted and pissed.  Yep, we've ALL been there. 

So, raise a glass folks! LOL...

All is fair in love and war, right?  Apparently, because in any given season some rejoice to new love and wedding bells while others lament over a broken-hearts and busted wallets.  Sorry, this doesn't include Father-of-the-Bride.  Yet, for those of us who have found themselves at war with love I'd like to suggest a few things that helped me through the mean-time.  Heartache, anger, bitterness, self-doubt, are all natural responses to pain but still negative emotions that we should leave behind us so that we can begin to heal.  We've all been hurt and both men and women benefit from extra TLC and/or strong words that keep us grounded.  Again, a New Year is indicative to new beginnings so strengthening yourself mentally and psychologically is  the ONLY way to be sure you will remain resolute to your cause.  In the Meantime is an excellent and creative book of self-evaluation and healing for both women and men who seek to learn how to stop unproductive thoughts and behaviors that are robbing them of love; self-love most importantly. 

Now, without further ado, ladies...

The Confident Woman by Dr. Joyce Myers is another excellent book where the author speaks to women about owning her power as a woman from an evangelical standpoint. Now, Myers is never hum-drum nor does she throw the bible at you sort of speak.  The book is universal and eloquent as it engages women from all walks of life and faiths.  As far as strong words are concerned, it is next where things get secular but insightful (just the same). Like my Nana says, "Chew the hay...spit out the sticks." In other words, process any and all information but only take from it what you need! 

She's Gotta Big Ego...

So, now you got the Yin but you could go for a little Yang? Check out The Alexyss K Tylor Show  to rejuvenate your inner goddess!  Yes, I said goddess.  This femme-fatale, feminist is ALL about self-empowerment and celebrating your womanhood. So, if after listening in you haven't experienced a pick-me-up or ego boost... go back to step  one and repeat.  Now, be forewarned she's is shocking and vulgar but sharp as a tack, brutally honest and funny as Moms Mabley. If you can handle that, then her message will not get lost in translation.  No. Tone it down a notch? LOL. Okay.  Well, we all can appreciate sisterly advice and that's exactly what you'll find on The TonyaTKO Show.   Mizz Tonya is a Psychology and Communications graduate, and a self-proclaimed Love Guru -- whose like "the big sister you never had" who paints your nails and giggles with you about boys instead of locking you in the coat closet.  Unlike Mizz Alexyss, she does not use strong language but both are leave their listeners more knowledgeable and most of all encouraged!  Well, that's my wrap for 2010. Cheers, ladies and gents!  I wish everyone the best possible in all areas of life. Remember, keep your head up and love down in your heart and the rest will surely follow.  


Happy New Year!

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Lunar Life

~Lunar Life~

Love Always~Just Because and Even So~When the Sun passed over the Moon~Die to be Reborn again like moments in a Cocoon~As this Matrix unfolds what is meant to be will~ Till we meet again~Shalom ♥

Spare the Rod...Spoil The Child?

I started burping and wiping poop at the age of 15. Years of hands-on experience with my beautiful nieces and nephews...as well as filling in as mommy dearest to two beautiful godchildren from a previous relationship; taught me a thing or two about kids.  Rule of thumb: All kids are not created equal! LOL. There are the reserved and amiable to the loud, boisterous and mischievous and some of every variation in-between.   

This morning, I read a friend's blog post "To Smack or Not to Smack".  He is a loving, single father Raising Amelie - a toddler girl.  The post is riddled with guilt as he contemplates his actions as a parent.  Honestly, I think he was a bit hard on himself but that is to be expected.  Having a life in your hands is an incredible responsibility and at times overwhelming.  As responsible parents/guardians and caregivers we often check-in with ourselves and  wonder if we're measuring up to these important roles; like he, many are struggle with the old adage, "Spare the rod, spoil the child"...  

American Rouge

Second street. I ate minute meat to save time and money but still hungry.  From my car window is the buzz of life. It's on every street corner.  Americana. It's the "bees knees!" Like honeycombs hanging cater-corner inside doorways. I reckon the bittersweet concept of estranged neighbors. Yet, we all weave around tree-line to city skyline...black and yellow, black and yellow. Streets full. Cabs buzzing, people hustling and bustling. Rainbows of bodies like them blue collars busting backs in the lower east side, white collar corpses, to little green men in eco-friendly matchboxes on the upper.  We tolerate each other for freedom's sake; like confederate flags waving off the beaten path but I wasn't in Kansas anymore.Somewhere between the countryside, wall street and Russia were two lively Lithuanian women drunk off Sauvignon and the arts. I stood in the present as they offered wine and cheese.  One dressed in exotic Saree sat Indian-style strumming on an old accordion. Soon lost in tantric tunes we sang out into the night air from the corner.  Nibbling on Wisconsin cheese, I sipped on festival wine as the waft of soul food tickled my nose. It took me to the Motherland. A block a way Mama Musa used the salt of the earth to cook up down home meals in the melting pot.