Peace & Grace to each of you my lovely and beautiful ones… Just a quick morsel of wisdom to share with you… Sometimes the basket you decide to place all of your eggs in isn’t tightly woven and secure. All eggs don’t belong in the same basket… Tweak and fine tune your awareness of all that is around you and realms your feet are stepping, standing and treading in and upon. Love & Blessings to you, you, you and you. Monique “1MOpoeticSOUL” D.
Peace & Grace Beautiful Ones,
Please accept my apologies in the delay of posting. I never want to just post anything, it has to come deep from within and not only speak to you but must also speak to me as well.. Scripting from the spirit is not only healing but it is a release of expressing that flows through my fingers the Most High intricately places together. Words that speak life and truth and that will also lubricate your mind to be a better you and to embrace the “you” you truly are within. With that being said, we must stay true to ourselves and love the skin that we are in. There is only one you and even if you are a twin, your makeup still differs in some ways. Be grateful for the curve in your toe or your widow’s peak on your hairline. It is most likely a trait of an ancestor. Use it as a reminder that you are not just you, but you represent a people and legacy. When you unseal your lips to speak, speak life and speak with light. Although the crests of life can sometime carousel up and down and different tempos, you must simply strap up with faith, grace, mercy and all confidence of divine covering that you will flow the waves of life come what may.
Love & Blessings to you, you, you and you. Monique “1MOpoeticSOUL” D.
Great tunes to lubricate your ears and soul…
Peace & Grace to you my lovely and beautiful ones….
We must never ignore the mere important factor of life and living. We sometimes indirectly get entangled in the loops, swirls and tug of war that routine and life’s situations brings us. BUT we must never ever ignore the important of simply “living”. This thing called “life” is so precious and just as breath being carefully and intricately blown in that shell of your mortal body, it can be swiftly or gradually taken away. I have a vision of a goldfish when it’s taken from the bowl. He gasps and his gills are moving and constricting for air for that moisture and struggles to find that sweet pleasure of breath. If he is not quickly placed back in, he flips around and gradually inhales and exhales slowly and as that tempo declines he succumbs. But if he is placed in that water in time, we just whisp right along with the waves of the water and flows in his motion. For that pure motion, give thanks. The tempos may vary at times and sometimes that dry air and constriction to push through may be a tedium journey, but just push through to swift through the great bowl of life and living… Love & Blessings to you, you, you and you. Monique “1MOpoeticSOUL” D.
Peace & Grace to each of you my lovely Shugas…
This is my Mother’s Day edition mound of love and truth I must share with you. Just Christmas, New Years and some other holidays, media and society has taken it somewhere that is very commercial. And although it is an observed holiday we have got to remember my beautiful ones that we must celebrate our mothers every day and not just the Sunday set aside. It is not about the grandest gift nor greatest deed, it’s all about love. For many it is a triumph getting through for having lost a mother or mother figure, so some choose to not acknowledge it. My personal perspective is to respect the choices of others because we all heal, deal and accept things differently. Let us also be reminded that not only those that birth children are mothers either. Those nurturers who may have never given birth are some of the key ingredients in our lives that make us who we are. That elder in the community, that mother in the church who never carried a fetus but mothered more children to count. For those caretakers and sweet souls that step in when parents are nowhere to be found and cradle seeds from birth, from the streets or those that are lost. For the foster moms that open their open hearts and homes to unwanted and broken ones, loving and caring for them until they are ready to fly further in their journey. For the aunties and big sisters who are the “Jr. Mothers” on patrol when mom wasn’t around or until she returned. And last but not least for all those women carrying a dream in their soul, you dear beautiful one, are bearing a seed that shall come to fruition and be birthed when the Most High crowns that vision with his blessing your birthing shall release some spectacular and Divine.
In memory of my Grandma East Mae who birthed my mom and late auntie, I celebrate her everyday with the lessons my mom passed and continues to pass on. Much love and endless kisses to heaven to my Auntie Eve for being the sugar and spice that molded me to be a unique one and embody the womanly soul of the model of being a leader. To my Granny, Phe Phe, for the old soul and sweet essence of being stern, loving and being secure in being a strong woman independently, if I could hug you now, I know it was exude scents of pond face cream, sweet and gentle just as you.. Last but certainly not least, to my Mother, my sweet Rock, I am grateful that God allowed me to be wombed in your belly. For all the lessons learned and all the talks and wisdom, I open my ears and heart for you to pour in as much as you can so that I may be a fraction of the greatness you are. My love and words are my greatest assets I have to offer you, because they don’t and won’t expire. Blessings to all the mothers and mothers to be near and far, known and unknown. Love up on your moms if they are still present and for those that have transitioned, carry them in remembrance of the lessons and all of them that lives within you. Love & Blessings to you, you, you and you.… Monique “1MOpoeticSOUL”D.
Peace & Grace to each of you my beautiful Shugas… Please forgive me for the delay in serving you some goodness, but I have got a gracious amount of flavors to pleasure your soul’s palette with…Use God’s scripts as ammunition and his grace shall be the shield of protection. Dive into his words and saturate in his spiritual compass of routes to Divine guidance and not the self-drafted routes… We are all guilty of trying to be the miss and mister fix -its of life and situations we encounter but we must be reminded to surrender and use what tools we have… His word is more than the atlas, its prophetic so no physic is needed, no fortune because he speaks to us and shows us-if only we tune in… Love & Blessings to each of you lovely Shugas… Monique “1MOpoeticSOUL” D.
Peace & Grace My Beautiful & Lovely Beings…
We sometimes get the composition of metamorphosis conflicted with the visual. When in fact it’s the mechanics of it depending upon the season and location of each phase and how it appears. Each caterpillar endures similar processes but different specificity of forming. Just as each fetus, some may kick more so than others, some may choose to slide out swiftly, why some like myself require bed rest for the cocoon (womb that is) the mother and choose to be quite unusual by walking out also known as breech.. But regardless there is a birth and both parties necessary are the mother her womb and baby and most if all God pressing the play button for life to enter into this world. My dear cousin and I were talking and insight always presents itself in our conversations…Got to talking about transformation…. He stated it’s not always of one actually transforming but the transformation of parts to the equation…. This morning my perspective and understanding to that was totally clarified… We are sometimes thinking our cocoon phase is composed of thus flexible shield, when in fact it is multifaceted. The Divine has constructed each our cocoons tailored to our struggle and strength phase. Some are made up of safety nets, some glass just as a shield and some Plexiglas with tint and lasers to protect us… And some of our cocoon phases last longer than others because that maturation of forming different wing sizes, colors and shapes defines the beauty of our pain and growth. Love & Blessings to you, you, you and you. Monique D.