HAPPY MOMMY'S DAY!!

I don't know why but this awful Haiku was going though my head... So I had to post it!

Mommy dearest Loved

But she can beat like a thug

Happy Mother's Day! 

Our Greatest Fear by Marianne Williamson

Sometimes we let our insecurities ruin the good things following us in life! 

I don't need that!

Read this poem the other day after watching:

AKEELAH and the BEE

It was P-H-E-N-O-M-E-N-A-L

"Phenomenal"

Our Greatest Fear —Marianne Williamson

it is our light not our darkness that most frightens us

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other
people won't feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.

It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.

—Marianne Williamson


LET IT MARINATE!

BHSA DAYS MISSED

So I found a youtube video a minute ago that is promoting the essence of the high school , along with so many other spectacular people, graduate from! My girl, L.L told me to write down anything that comes to my mind and so I believe this is one of them...







So this is a video of what my high shool brought and now brings to the table and what I never realized is how much it sculpted me as a young woman. I really did take these days for granted but in all I've learned a valuable lesson... Remember where you come from or else, no one will do it for you! I love and miss my high school dearly. Especially the people who made it, at the time, what it was; a success in my eyes!

Signed off: CDBMJ 9:59pm (4/25/10)

Inspired by Sade's "Lover's Rock"

Simpletons touch hands

Then become extraordinary beings within themselves

Unlike the tarred street before them, their streets zoom into millions of colors

This is my road

My trial and error

I am in the wilderness, she sings

Somewhere in my sadness

Can you guess who serenades these words into my mind?

No one can describe what my path will foretell

But it is within you; MY PATH

I am in the Wilderness

And somewhere in my sadness, there is no melancholy

An oxymoron of synonymous feeling

But I was listening to her serenade

Joining hands like the two simpletons in my dreams

PHOTOGRAPHY BY NETCHEM HAIRSTON!

 

Signed Off: ~*CourtyJ*~ @ 1:27am

Playtime with Yasenia!!

My Winter Wonderland!

I've always stated how much I loved the winter. I think my next goal will be to take an Alaskan Cruise. Just look at this beauty!

Hmm! Well for now, I must suffice for the home struck winter wnderland I was given this year by mother nature! I shoveled seven times this year. But I don't mind. I actually love it! Check out our ice land!
Signed Off: ~*CourtyJ*~ @ 12:11am

My Pride and Joy

Meet my gorgeous niece. Born at Methodist Hospital on March 28th, 2009 in Brooklyn, Ny, Yasenia Nevaeh Cameron James weighed 6lbs 4oz and measured at 19inches long. I love her with every fiber of my being and although I can't see her as much as i'd like, she seems to be growing up well. So fast they say. She's already trying to walk which is weird because she has yet to crawl. I try my best to see as ften as I can but times collide so much in my life and right now, I need to work it out.

She said her first word before the year ended. But i remember those days when sh'ed lay in the middle of my couch with a pillow on either side and she'd just scream!! Scream till se sounded hoarse. and you'd run in like "are you okay mama!!" and then she'd smile and grab your hair and scream even louderin your ear when she was close enough to the ear drum.

I remember the nights she'd wake up for milk. All you'd hear was a faint whimper. Like she'd had a bad dream. Then when her grandfather died in the summer my mother, her grandmother, adorned her in red. She found a red scrunchie i'd put in my hair and put it on her tiny wrist. Or she'd clip a red bow in her hair. The last thing I saw my mother do, is tape salt crystals abouve every doorway in the house. Hmm. You ask why? Because she--my mother--was afraid her dead grandfather would haunt her at night, being that he never got to see her before he past away. A opule of weeks later, when I returned from an internship up at Yale U, I noticed a fretful look on her face.

Yasenia James was christened July 5th, 2009. Just two days after her grandfather, on her mother's side, passed away. There was a small funeral the following days in which I was not able to attend but i heard she cried for him. Just like her mother did. Yasenia was a copy cat. Doing what her elders would whenever she got the chance. But now a few monthslater, she has he own show. Her own playbill. I strive to see her grow up to be successful. Even if, and when I have my own kids, i know she'll share that smile with me! Here's a pic of her now. At ten months, 2wks, and four days old. Her first birthay is coming up and i have a feeling she'll be a princess!! LOL

Signed Off: ~*CourtyJ*~ 12:03pm