Bowl of Life

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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.

The Honor of Mothering –Mother’s Day Note

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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.

Flowing In Grand Graciousness

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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.

Configuration of your Cocoon

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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.

Lesson of the Greens

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Peace & Grace Beautiful Ones,

It is amazing and sometimes quite astonishing how God moves right before your eyes.  In the midst of a mediocre morning, a client walks in and requests services.  Now I am never quick or one to judge but sometimes you find yourself assuming one’s wants or needs.  But placing my feelings aside, not only did I provide the service but provided it with kindness.  My plant that sits in my office always catches the attention of those that are plant lovers and of course the elders.  It’s “life” and reminds me that even though much can be in the atmosphere and my current job maybe a bit dark, dismal and depressing, it is the one thing that sheds light.  The lady and I begin to chat all on the topic about my plant and her plants and planting… We begin swapping stories of growth and nurture tips caring for them… She shared with me the protocol to buying a bamboo plant.  One is to go give it to a friend and the growth process and blossoming effects reflects that of the friend that gifted it to you.  She then began to share with me a bamboo plant that a former friend gave her and one she gifted to the friend.  The plant that her friend gave her did not blossom and was stunted, but the one that she gifted her friend flourished and was beautiful…  Turns out the friend was actually her foe and she was always true to her friend.  I stood in amazement and commented, “Oh my God has a mysterious way at times of showing us things.  That he takes a living object as such to teach us and show us something right before our eyes, as simple as a living plant. “I concluded with aiding her with help and she told me thank you..

She took my hand and says” thank you so much and you have a blessed day and you are such a sweet young lady, you’re too kind.” I respond back you are welcome and thank “you”.  It is moments such as these that actually give me the will to keep on going.  It reminds me, that although you go through sooooooooooooooooooooooo much and endure sooooooooooooooooooooooo much crazy and unjust treatment from others, that there are still a condensed number of beings that are kind and that God still speaks through them to reassure you, that he is very much alive.   I got to thinking and I remember I told her well, I guess I’m a good friend to myself, because my plant is coming along nicely.  So what am I say? Well Shugas, sometimes we may seek the urgency of others to be a friend to us and in fact sometimes truly need them, but what the Creator wants you to do is rely on “you” sometimes and trust “Him”.  Regardless it’s always you and the holy trinity and self-trinity.  They never leave you… Me, Myself & I then there’s the sacred  Father, Son, & Holy Ghost.  Love & blessings to you, you, you and you. Monique “1MOpoeticSOUL” D.

The Badge of Truth

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Peace & Grace Beautiful Ones…

My heart bleeds red tears of disappointment in those that pride themselves on wearing the friendship badge whose loyalty diminishes when one’s (I’m) down… BUT my soul delights in gratefulness for those that live in action of true friendship, true sisterhood and true brotherhood… Valleys don’t last a lifetime and through the experience I’m able to get a glance of the mountain ahead.  Give thanks for that hike in humility and sincere love in those appointed beings that never let my hand go.  Embracing their sincerity truly is the blanket that shelters from some cold situations this life can bring.  So love on those beings that still yet walk in the storms and tread the uneven roads and simply hold your hand and lend their ears.  Love & Blessings to you, you, you and you… Monique “1MOpoeitcSOUL” D.

Tending Your Garden

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Peace & Grace to each of you beautiful beings,

Graciously grateful for the appointed beings in my life and their purposes to pour into me at the specific times they are imperatively needed..When one is a willing and obedient vessel,that not only blesses one, but reminds you of how amazing Gods message can be delivered in the package tailored just for you but it restores your sometimes withered faith…. It takes a genuine yet raw but wise person to grab and hold the attention of some and truly listen.  We must always tend to our garden of those that live and bloom in our soils.  Why you must always maintain and prune your garden (people and mindsets) never question the weeds (bad/negative buds and mentality) that you pluck.  It may sometimes seem abandoned but its in that open time and season of harvesting that you can consciously and critically accept what you hear and what truth is.  Stay in tune always and never turn your natural and spiritual ears off… Sometimes it necessary to mute the world to marvel at the majesty of the master as he works. Love & Blessings to you, you, you and you. Monique “1MOpoeticSOUL” D.