Tuesday, May 31, 2011


I've been taking classes at church for a while now and tonight is the last night of my most recent undertaking. It's interesting that this class was about the answer to the question of who and what we are in and of God. It is a measurement of how far we have come from our first Recognition to our final Realization that who and what we are IS God.
So I get a daily reading from Iyanla Vanzant and it's always timely. My cousin once said that if you pay close attention, you'll see that it is ALL related. And I found that to be true. One week, back in college, my Journalism class, my Anthropology class, and my Science class were all studying the same indigenous group of people for different reasons seeking different conclusions, but it was the very same group in every class! It was my 'Aha' moment.
Back to the subject, it is interesting to see the synchronicity in things, because the more you see it, the more it happens. One recent experience was that we were studying Unifying our relationship with our Higher Power and I was surfing the net, came upon a site for A Course in Miracles and the message for the day that I clicked on was "I am One self, united with the Creator." Duh!
And tonight, as our class ends, and we talk about what we've learned and how we've grown and what we know for sure, Iyanla's message today:
Today I am devoted to experiencing and expressing the powerful and peaceful presence of God in me!

Get it? Got it? Good...

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Today, a quote from Thomas Merton

Beloved Creator... I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
Nor do I really know myself,
and the fact that I think I am following your will
does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please you
does in fact please you.
And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing.
I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.
And I know that if I do this you will lead me
by the right road though I may know nothing about it.
Therefore I will trust you always
though I may seem to be lost
and in the shadow of death.
I will not fear, for you are ever with me,
and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.

Thomas Merton, 1915-1968 (Adapted)
Trappist Monk, Author, Poet and Social Activist

Wednesday, May 18, 2011


We made biscuits, my mother and I. It was a Saturday morning ritual. I was living with my boyfriend in West Philadelphia and she was still living up in Mt Airy. We might talk for a minute now and then during the week, but always, our catch up call was Saturday. She would tell me the trials and tribulations of work, or my sisters, stories about family members and stories about people that we were both aware of through our weekly conversations. 
I would call around 8 A.M.
“Good Morning,” I would say cheerfully.
“Good to hear your voice,” she would reply.
“So, what do I do first?” And she would instruct me to measure flour into the bowl and then knead the shortening into it with two knives. I’d cradle the phone on my shoulder and our stories would begin. When the biscuit dough turned to pebbles, she would advise me to turn on the oven.
We had an interesting oven. It didn’t have a thermostat. The way to decide at what temperature to cook things was based solely on the length of the flame. I would look at the flames and decide that ‘blue’ was for stuff that was frozen that just needed to heat up. “Yellow tips” was the ‘standard’ baking temperature for most things - chicken, fish, meat loaf. ‘Roaring Tips’ was for fast cooking things like French fries or if we wanted to grill something (like fresh fish) in just a few minutes. So I set the oven on ‘Yellow tips’ and continued conversing with my Mom.
“Only add a couple tablespoons of buttermilk, you want it to be the right texture when you begin to knead it.” And I would dutifully count out the tablespoons of buttermilk – I think it was 6 – and then turn the mixture out onto the bread board.
We would continue to tell stories as I punched and kneaded the dough.
“So, are you ready to cut the biscuits?” she would ask. That meant that if I had been kneading the whole time, the dough would be ready. If not, I would answer, “Not quite,” and then impart one last short story. At last, I would roll it out flat.
I’d get a glass and dump a stack of flour on the countertop. I would twist the top of the glass into the flour and then twist it into the rolled out dough.
“Well,” she would say, “that’s about all the tales I have to tell today”; or she would say “Call your sister today”; or “Come over for dinner next weekend”; which would indicate that it was time to put the biscuits in the oven and that our conversation was coming to a close. If I had one last story to tell, I would tell it then, or I would agree with whatever her request and sign off the conversation as I put the biscuits in the oven.
It was a wonderful time of my life. I always remember it fondly. I always remember her fondly. I love my Mom, even though she’s gone, I’ll always love my Mom.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011


When we look into the sky, we are also looking out of the sky. There is sky above and below us, all around us. We are a speck in the eye of the Universe. We are but a blip on the radar of the One. The One Divine Spirit through which all things are and do and have their being. 

When we touch a thing, does it not touch us back? When we see a thing, does it not see us back? Life is a cycle of giving and receiving. We do not interrupt this cycle. If we do not see a thing, that someone else sees, does not negate its existence. If we do not have a thing, that someone else has, does not automatically give it value. Not having it or not seeing it is irrelevant. 

KNOWING is what matters. Knowing that there is a power greater than ourselves behind all that there is. Knowing that there is a Spirit inherent in all things, is all that there is to know. Knowing that there is One Source of All Creation, One Presence and One Power and knowing that power is ours to manifest what would be our highest good is all that there is to know. 

Releasing control of that power is the same as unleashing that power to do what it does best. It is not for us to see, it is for us to know. It is not for us to question, it is for us to believe. Believing in a thing is what makes it real. It is done unto you AS you believe – as YOU believe – and as you BELIEVE.

I believe in Fairies. 

Won’t you clap your hands as hard and as loud as you can with me and help me bring Tinkerbell back to life?