ms Beautiful Thought: A blog

I proclaimed that I was going to Live and be Authentic . So here goes that. I never , I say never , imagined there would come a time I would lie in bed in so much pain that I couldn't sleep. I had to sit up, but yet and still all I can do now is breath heavy and cry as tears come down my face. I pray God takes some of this from me. I can never judge another because who am I to judge. I been through and am going through too much. Lord please bless every person waking during the night to darkness and complete silence except their heavy breathing and tears falling. Bless every person in pain of any kind. WoW!!! It just just hit me how could Jesus have felt on the cross!?? I got some relief by sitting up, but He couldn't move. He was in so much pain He cried out, "My God, My God why has thou forsaken me?" I feel That pain, but yet I know God has Not left and every situation could be much worse. For that I will still praise Him through it. I pray now that the devil wil...

Today while at the grocery store in my electric cart I "forgot" my pain from the car accident that had just happened yesterday. I met a woman. I told her that I loved her style....her shaved head with just a low natural cut, beautiful earrings, bright white tennis shoes, and sweat pants pushed up to her knees. She had a glow about her. I know that feeling to be caught with not your best on but yet you get compliments, it's a good feeling. For the next fifteen minutes...I forgot my pain and that someone was waiting on me to drive me around...she immediately shared with me a story of how she was a breast cancer survivor and that she had lost one breast and then just recently her second breast was cut off, so now both. She was glad to be alive.   https://soundcloud.com/beautifulthought/breast-cancer-tribute-i-shall I told her about an amazing woman I know named  Yahminah McIntosh  who is the most inspiring, strong, courageous woman I know. I shared with this stranger some ...

As I lie here half sitting, typing, and thinking, my mind reflects on what is important in life which is those who you care about and care about you. I have been forced recently, with my hands behind my back, to face and deal with concepts of death and dying. I met a middle-aged woman at work whose mother had passed away two weeks prior. She would cry off and on having buried her only a week ago; it was still a fresh wound. I had almost tried to turn her away because she was not in our zip code catchment area. However, by default I had to service her anyway. Now I was in a funky mood to start with but once she began to unravel and uncover her layers to me through her tears I shed those feelings. I began to no longer focus on myself, and my positive energies shifted toward encouraging her and lifting her spirits. I joked with the woman about her mother’s ways which had similarities to Madea. The woman told me it was the first time she had laughed in two weeks. Wh...