Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Emergence
"The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen." - Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Be Not Defeated
Your struggle is your strength. If you can resist becoming negative, bitter or hopeless, in time, your struggles will give you everything. - Bryant McGill
Wisdom & Encouragement
You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come out of it. - Maya Angelou
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Awareness in October
Domestic Violence Awareness and Breast Cancer Awareness are both in October. They are not in competition with one another however. Both celebrate survivors.Show Your Support.
October
October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. Show your support by wearing a purple ribbon, purple piece of jewelry or purple article of clothing.
One Day at a Time
"Every day may not be good, but there is something good in every day." - Source Unknown
Say it Is So
"You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem and smarter than you think." - A.A. Milne
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Take Time to Renew You
"Self-care is not about self-indulgence, it's about self-preservation." - Audre Lorde
Friday, October 17, 2014
Life's Lesson for Me Today
"A teacher effects eternity. He can never tell where his influence stops."
This is not just true of teachers, but any of us. Each of us, in our own little way, effects eternity. The impact we have on other's lives are like ripples in a body of water that expand far beyond their source. What ripples are you causing?
This is not just true of teachers, but any of us. Each of us, in our own little way, effects eternity. The impact we have on other's lives are like ripples in a body of water that expand far beyond their source. What ripples are you causing?
Thursday, August 21, 2014
In His Presence
I probably admire each of my friends, but I have a handful of friends in particular who I really esteem. One in particular is a survivor of many hardships who thrives. I revere her outlook on life. Whenever given a choice about how to feel, she chooses happiness. Her perception of things is usually optimistic. In the presence of colleagues and peers, she shines. I often think of her as a hardy flower: beautiful, yet strong and enduring. She is by no means perfect, but fragility is not one of her flaws. The first time I saw her interact with her husband, I was dumbfounded that she seemed to wilt in his presence. I never mentioned this to her, of course. As our friendship progressed, she eventually confided in me about his poor treatment of her. Although she was the last woman I would ever imagine being a victim of abuse, she actually was. There is no single type of victim when it comes to domestic violence.
Saturday, May 10, 2014
From Pitiful to Empowered
Last night I was in one of those moods trauma survivors tend to get into. A woe-is-me, self-pity fest. I felt unlovable, unloved and worthlessly low. Since the end of my abusive marriage I have not found the nourishing, restorative love in a mate my heart has longed for. I started playing the self doubt script my ex often fed me: "who will want you?" "you are not worthy" and more negative thoughts. Who would want me? What good was I? I began to relent. At that point I just so happened to walk into the living room and a program of the Oprah Winfrey show called "Where Are They Now?" was airing. Oprah was featuring a female guest whose name I missed. The woman was attractive, appeared to be in her early to mid-40's and looked like the picture of health. Something about her demeanor as Oprah questioned her, made me stop and watch. She was poised, confident and looked like a woman of stature. I was shocked to learn that she was living with HIV which she unknowingly contracted from her bisexual husband. The woman said, for a period she thought her life was in permanent shambles. She summoned all the support and strength she could muster though and filed for divorce and a lawsuit against her maniacal partner. The lawsuit was still pending, and as yet she had received no financial settlement. She did however, receive something much greater than she could have ever expected in the form of divine justice. At her darkest point, the woman, who'd always dreamed of bearing children and raising a family did not deprive herself of believing in the impossible. She kept her heart and mind open to the best possible outcome in her life. Well, she found a partner who loved her in spite of her illness even after she was honest with him about her status and her desires. They consulted medical experts and asked about making conception possible for them both. She and her new love were able to conceive a baby who was fortunately born HIV-negative and is not only healthy but the spitting-image of her mother. In what could have been her most horrific pitfall, this woman found not only hope but a purpose. She now has a foundation to help women living with HIV and AIDS. After watching that program, my initially mountain-like seeming obstacles no longer loomed but shrank as small as a molehill. If this woman could find herself deserving and hopeful of love in the most unlikely of circumstances, surely I could. No miracle change happened overnight, I was not suddenly afloat with optimism, but I was given a glimmer of hope that I pass on to you. No matter how bad things seem, remember, the night is always darkest just before dawn. You could be on the verge of a breakthrough if you do not break down.
©Joy Lyn 2014
©Joy Lyn 2014
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Poetry Corner
With their economy of words, masterful poets often concisely and accurately express profound truths about the human experience that people feel deeply but cannot always articulate.
The Lost Baby Poem
by Lucille Clifton
later i’ll say
i spent my life
loving a great man
later
my life will accuse me
of various treasons
not black enough
too black
eyes closed when they should have been open
eyes open when they should have been closed
will accuse me for unborn babies
and dead trees
later
when i defend again and again
with this love
my life will keep silent
listening to
my body breaking
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23317#sthash.WkfapcoO.dpuf
later i’ll say
i spent my life
loving a great man
later
my life will accuse me
of various treasons
not black enough
too black
eyes closed when they should have been open
eyes open when they should have been closed
will accuse me for unborn babies
and dead trees
later
when i defend again and again
with this love
my life will keep silent
listening to
my body breaking
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23317#sthash.WkfapcoO.dpuf
the time i dropped your almost body down
down to meet the waters under the city
and run one with the sewage to the sea
what did i know about waters rushing back
what did i know about drowning
or being drowned
you would have been born into winter
in the year of the disconnected gas
and no car
we would have made the thin
walk over genesee hill into the canada wind
to watch you slip like ice into strangers' hands
you would have fallen naked as snow into winter
if you were here i could tell you these
and some other things
if i am ever less than a mountain
for your definite brothers and sisters
let the rivers pour over my head
let the sea take me for a spiller
of seas let black men call me stranger
always for your never named sake
later i'll say
i spent my life
loving a great man
later
my life will accuse me
of various treasons
not black enough
too black
eyes closed when they should have been open
eyes open when they should have been closed
will accuse me for unborn babies
and dead trees
later
when i defend again and again
with this love
my life will keep silent
listening to
my body breaking
"The Battle"
by Gwendolyn Brooks
Moe Belle Jackson's husband
whipped her good last night.
Her landlady told my ma they had
a knock-down-drag-out fight.
I like to think
of how I'd of took a knife
and slashed all the quickenin'
out of his lowly life
But if I know Moe Belle,
most like, she shed a tear,
and this mornin' it was probably,
"more grits dear?"
The Lost Baby Poem
by Lucille Clifton
the time i dropped your almost body down down to meet the waters under the city and run one with the sewage to the sea what did i know about waters rushing back what did i know about drowning or being drowned you would have been born into winter in the year of the disconnected gas and no car we would have made the thin walk over genesee hill into the canada wind to watch you slip like ice into strangers’ hands you would have fallen naked as snow into winter if you were here i could tell you these and some other things if i am ever less than a mountain for your definite brothers and sisters let the rivers pour over my head let the sea take me for a spiller of seas let black men call me stranger always for your never named sake
later i’ll say
i spent my life
loving a great man
later
my life will accuse me
of various treasons
not black enough
too black
eyes closed when they should have been open
eyes open when they should have been closed
will accuse me for unborn babies
and dead trees
later
when i defend again and again
with this love
my life will keep silent
listening to
my body breaking
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23317#sthash.WkfapcoO.dpuf
the time i dropped your almost body down down to meet the waters under the city and run one with the sewage to the sea what did i know about waters rushing back what did i know about drowning or being drowned you would have been born into winter in the year of the disconnected gas and no car we would have made the thin walk over genesee hill into the canada wind to watch you slip like ice into strangers’ hands you would have fallen naked as snow into winter if you were here i could tell you these and some other things if i am ever less than a mountain for your definite brothers and sisters let the rivers pour over my head let the sea take me for a spiller of seas let black men call me stranger always for your never named sake
later i’ll say
i spent my life
loving a great man
later
my life will accuse me
of various treasons
not black enough
too black
eyes closed when they should have been open
eyes open when they should have been closed
will accuse me for unborn babies
and dead trees
later
when i defend again and again
with this love
my life will keep silent
listening to
my body breaking
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23317#sthash.WkfapcoO.dpuf
down to meet the waters under the city
and run one with the sewage to the sea
what did i know about waters rushing back
what did i know about drowning
or being drowned
you would have been born into winter
in the year of the disconnected gas
and no car
we would have made the thin
walk over genesee hill into the canada wind
to watch you slip like ice into strangers' hands
you would have fallen naked as snow into winter
if you were here i could tell you these
and some other things
if i am ever less than a mountain
for your definite brothers and sisters
let the rivers pour over my head
let the sea take me for a spiller
of seas let black men call me stranger
always for your never named sake
later i'll say
i spent my life
loving a great man
later
my life will accuse me
of various treasons
not black enough
too black
eyes closed when they should have been open
eyes open when they should have been closed
will accuse me for unborn babies
and dead trees
later
when i defend again and again
with this love
my life will keep silent
listening to
my body breaking
"The Battle"
by Gwendolyn Brooks
Moe Belle Jackson's husband
whipped her good last night.
Her landlady told my ma they had
a knock-down-drag-out fight.
I like to think
of how I'd of took a knife
and slashed all the quickenin'
out of his lowly life
But if I know Moe Belle,
most like, she shed a tear,
and this mornin' it was probably,
"more grits dear?"
Friday, January 17, 2014
Be Brave
There are so many variables
involved in loving another person that are beyond one's control.
That's why love is such a risk. You are
literally taking a chance. It can succeed or fall flat. It takes courage to
love.
©Joy Lyn 2014
©Joy Lyn 2014
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