I have never felt the need to cultivate many friends, just a select few. These ‘special’ ones, good friends, are the ones that stand the test of time. Most of my friends have been so for the better part of 20 or 30 years.
My best girl and I have been friends since kindergarten. We are now women of a certain age, so that’s been a looong friendship.
We each live our separate lives and come together whenever we need to without ever losing a beat.
She is perhaps the only person alive I feel I can tell “anything” to and the message is received in the spirit it was intended. We really do understand each other. We never quarreled even during our teenage years!
We have a cool easy friendship that has stood the test of time.
I am a keeper of friends. I love people, loyal genuine folks. The type of friendships that thrives without being too demanding.
What is the basis of a good friendship?
If friendships are to survive, some ground rules must be set. A few of the necessary qualities are honesty, trust, compassion, and love.
A good friend is any person with whom you can let your hair down, so to speak. In their presence you feel safe, loved, welcomed, and most importantly you are free to be yourself. A great friend is one with whom there is no need for pretense.
If you should find such a friend, make time to nurture and cement that bond.
Finally, be as good a friend to them as you hope they will be for you.
Be safe, be well!!
These flowers looked so lovely to me.
These are wild flowers — I have no idea what they are called.
The one below looks like a painting.
Hope you enjoy … I love photography and will be exploring photography in more depth.
Have a blessed day!!
My friends, I remain in quarantine and I can say that truly God is a good God. Even though I was well aware that I could become infected with COVID, due to the nature of the path I chose, I thought I was taking all the precautions I could.
I work with two other ladies most frequently and they are both in their sixties and both are cancer survivors. As such whenever we have had to swab and care for a patient “under interest” I have been the one more in contact with the patients as I know these women would be more at risk than myself.
I am not a hero just a human. I have grown to love these women.
Since I have been unwell I have been speaking with both these ladies as they are experiencing symptoms as well. The one lady that I worked my last two shifts with is really feeling poorly even though her COVID test came back negative. She has been having more severe symptoms than myself. She is also in quarantine.
Each day I arise and thank God for Jesus! Yes I am happy. Psalms 23 – Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil….!!!! AMEN.
God is a good God and we shall all make it to the other side, my co-workers and I. I sleep with some healing scriptures playing on my nightstand as I want the healing promises to soak into my spirit even in repose. (I always do this when I seek God out, I let his word settle in my soul. I will make a post about it one day).
My Gee is always on the phone with me and a source of support and knowledge. My mother and my children are here and my friends are all helping to keep me together. I go outdoors often to look at the plants and I have been watching NETFLIX – oftentimes I fall asleep during a show.
I do love to watch movies and shows in other languages, especially French as I think it activates new neurons to hear and follow the plot while reading subtitles and trying to stay on top of the many nuances. My future guarantee against Alzheimer’s.
So I am coping pretty well.
I trust in my God and in that knowledge, I rest knowing this too shall pass.
Stay blessed and stay well.
My mother was born to a great father. He was daddy to nine children and a wonderful “uncle James” to many more. His own father was killed when he was a mere two years old. His dad, a farmer was killed when he was butted and gored by one of his own cows.
So her daddy did not have his own role model.
My mother is the first girl and the third child of nine. She loved her daddy dearly and cannot remember a time when she heard a harsh word pass his lips. By all accounts he was a godly and gentle man, filled with wisdom and love for his family, his friends and his neighbors. He knew God’s words backwards and forward and even as he lay on the verge of transitioning he would redirect anyone on incorrect scripture.
According to my grandfather, a man can be successful and achieve anything if he is determined to work hard, always saved a portion of his earnings and if he is blessed with a contented wife!
My mom remembers that as a farmer, (he farmed vegetables and rice and reared animals), he would always share with his community. If anyone stole his produce he would theorize that they needed it more than he did.
He would frown upon abuse of any kind especially that of men and their wives. My grandpa grew up with little, that was soon after slavery was abolished, (my patriarchal side of the family were instrumental in the abolishment of slavery, I am so proud of my heritage). My grandfather and his brothers would purchase land together with other relatives and as such he was able to leave a sizeable legacy for his children.
My mother, her siblings and everyone who knew my grandpa, remembers him as a kind, wise and blessed soul.
My mother has expressed that she will be buried alongside her father as there is nowhere else she would rather spend eternity. Now that speaks volumes for the daddy he was!
I wish all his grandchildren had gotten to know him.
I called him daddy as well and remember a kind and gentle man who told his grandkids stories sitting under a tree in the backyard. I was 6 years old when he died.
I am sure today is “Father’s Day” in heaven as well, where great daddys’ are rewarded for serving their children well.
I do not know this artist, but his words touch the core of my being.
This spoken word piece was sent to me by my dear cousin. She grew up in England. I thought I would share as it moved me as every word he spoke resonated with me.
I pray someone out there get the message of his words and a heart is influenced.
Peace and blessings.
Okra – originated in Ethiopia and scientifically known as Abelmoschus esculentus. From Ethiopia, okra had journeyed to North Africa, the Mediterranean, Arabia and India all by the 12th century.
A hardy plant, okra can be cultivated almost anywhere. This vegetable is known as gumbo in America, lady’s finger in England, guino-gombo in Spanish, guibeiro in Portuguese and bhindi in India, to name a few.
In its original home of Ethiopia it is also called Kenkase, Andeha, and Bamia.
According to MedicalNewsToday, one cup of okra weighing approximately 100 grams contains a whopping 20 vitamins and minerals. Sounds like a superfood to me. I have been eating this vegetable all my life. I did not always appreciate its gifts.
Now at this time in my life I truly appreciate its versatile culinary preparations, this was not always the case.
What I did not know back then was that okra was chock full of most of what our bodies requires in vitamins, minerals, antioxidants, anti-microbial, anti-inflammatory and cancer fighting compounds.
We are all well aware that our bodies work at its optimum when we consume a diet rich in the recommended amounts of the various food groups.
Okra seemingly has numerous health benefits. It is great for helping to keep your liver and kidneys healthy. It reduces oxidative stress, promotes healthy skin and blood and from personal is great for hair as well.
My mother is the primary gardener, these are the fruits of her hands.
The rest of us are “the helpers”. My mother is blessed to grow things, anything grows that she plants. She planted these okra from seeds and they have been doing what they do. For myself I derive so much pleasure from helping and just observing things growing under the heavens.
I talk to the plants and I am always the first one to see their fruits … a gift of mine my mother says, lol.
The babies are thriving and flourishing. It is a thing of beauty.
Growing and looking so nice and healthy.
Flower bud in progress above.
Same day these images taken from different angle (below).
The view from another angle. They are so healthy. I love it!
This morning this flower decided to open up to see the sun. The first fruits of the labor of love. My favorite time of the growing cycle. Soon we will be consuming these babies.
Dated 06/04/2020 – for some reason, I could not get this image any clearer, the day is over and the flower has done its work, by tomorrow it will wither and reveal the new okra.
In picture above, the okra tree is doing what nature has designed it to do, grow and produce.
This is my mother proudly displaying the fruits from the works of her hands (July 2020). The long one is a variety from South America.
The smaller ones below are the regular variety found here.
To the many brave souls … We salute YOU! – (Image:Canva.com)
This year Memorial Day is a somber affair.
The weather is gray and bleak and appears to mirror perfectly what the current landscape is.
We give thanks the many many brave men and women to whom we/I owe so much of our freedoms.
I take this time to reflect on their service and sacrifice.
I feel especially moved this day perhaps heightened because of what we are going through. I reflect on young people leaving their homes, their lives and families … A debt we can never hope to repay.
Again, my gratitude and a prayer for their souls. Blessings!
That definition is inadequate.
A mother is a woman of substance, integrity and morals filled with all the love in the world.
Mother: she embarks on a journey without understanding that she will never again be whole. She travels and travails often not fully comprehending the sacrifices that will be required of her.
Her body will never again be the same, she will bear the marks of her arduous journey forever. Her hard work may never be acknowledged.
Along the dusty path she will grow from strength to strength and she will bear the marks of her victory.
Once she crosses the finish line, the unmistakable transfiguration is completed.
She will seek to protect that life from the world and from all who dwells within it. She will go without, sleep, food, water or air if it is demanded of her.
She gives and gives and keeps on giving. She learns to trust others to teach what she cannot herself.
Her heart breaks and aches when she has to leave knowing that no one will ever love like only she can.
She will move heaven and earth, she will battle the demons of hell, she will do whatever it takes to protect her young.
A mother’s love is constant, enduring and as perennial as the air.
A blessing from God, his physical assurance of love. A glimpse of his undeniable love for us, imparted into mothers.
She loves her children more than her own life. She would lay that life down in a moment for the one she loves!
Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come. She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue. She looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.”
Mothers: most are wonderful, unselfish, sacrificing, giving, gentle, generous but unfortunately mothers grow old.
When a woman is young, it is usually all about her, once she becomes a mother a godly switch happens.
That tiny bit of God imbibed in her erupts to the surface and continuously flows outward to her offspring.
I believe God made mothers as a small extension of himself.
My mother, my intercessor, my ride or die and the keeper of my secrets.
I could not be a fraction of who I am without her. I am eternally grateful.
My mother, my backbone, my helper, my friend.
What would we do without our mothers?
Where would we be?
God bless each one and their mother/mothers. Amen!
Good day to my WordPress family!
My dear friends, I have been nominated for a few awards.
I am ever so grateful and thankful for the love and kindness shown me here on this platform.
I came to WordPress and was met and welcomed with open arms and I aim to do the same for all bloggers I cross paths with.
On my many (smile) awards. Please do not for a moment think I take the honor lightly. I do not!
I would like to take this time to make a general acceptance for my various nominations.
I appreciate you. More than you can know.
You all provide an important “grounding” for my soul and I am forever in your debt.
For I love all the blogs I follow as I find a different voice, a unique perspective from all the differing points of view.
That is one of the many positive aspects of blogging that I love, but there are too many to list.
To all my new friends, please know I am always happy to see a new “follower” and I thank you so much.
Much love, peace and blessings on us ALL!