Thursday 23 February 2012

Life and Getting Old From One Who is Old Enough To Know...

My brothers and sisters of blogsville,

I have erred... I know. My silence is unforgivable! But I must ask that you tamper justice with mercy. I am sooo down on bended knees... Actually, on one knee, because I have a small bruise on my skin near the other knee. I got the bruise playing love with my hubby... Yes o! Who no like better thing? But seriously, with time, I will explain why I have been silent all this while. 

Life is a journey, filled with so many experiences. No matter how joyful or painful those experiences are, we have the responsibility of learning out of it. Which brings me to my post for the day. I read this piece from an unknown author, and I thought it was intriguing, hilarious, and an all time food for thought, worth sharing with good people like you. I hope it doesn't just appeal to you, but that it also opens your eyes to something about life... Something you might like to share with me and us here. Enjoy... 

As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. 

Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the computer, until 4 AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50, 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will. I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And, I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But, broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect. 

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it). 

Thanks for being there... We must all be thankful for life and getting old. 

Peace... I'm out 

Wednesday 1 February 2012

OMG! My feet are off the ground. just cant stop thanking God.

Hello everyone!

Happy new month! In this month, I pray that our dreams, aspirations and prayers will continue to be met by our maker, even as we continue to look into the future with hope knowing that our redeemer still lives.

A friend of mine tagged me in a post on FB written by Tyler Perry on March 21, 2007, the story kinda worked on me and this is because just like me, I believe we all have been through that lane before. So, like I always do, I want to share it here on this platform so that anytime you feel like giving in to the battles of your days, anytime you feel like throwing in the towel, anytime you feel all is lost, anytime you feel like saying "I have had enough!" just remember that God has prepared someone somewhere waiting to get connected to you and to help you pull through life. You are never alone... Enjoy:

"This morning I woke and was so frustrated about all the stuff I'm dealing with, trying to get this studio open. I was about to open my mouth and start complaining when I remembered something that happened to me about a year ago.

I was walking to my car and this woman who looked to be homeless started walking towards me. I'm ashamed to say this but I thought, "I don't feel like being hustled today." Then I got quickly convicted. I felt guilty so I started digging in my pocket for some money. As she got closer I noticed that she had the kindest eyes that I had ever seen. As I was reaching into my pocket she started to speak. I thought, "Here goes the sales pitch". She said "Excuse me sir, I need some shoes". Can you help me? My eyes filled with water because I remember being out on the streets and having only one pair of run over shoes. I was taken aback for a second.
I took her inside the studio and had my wardrobe people find shoes in her size. As she put the shoes on she started crying, praising God and thanking Jesus, and saying, "My feet are off the ground! My feet are off the ground!" Several of the wardrobe people started crying. I was crying. But I never forgot that, "My feet are off the ground!" I thought, "Wow! All she wanted was some shoes." She quickly disappeared and never asked me for a dime. 

I realized that I still had the money in my hand so I went out looking for her. She was gone just that quick so I looked all around the neighborhood for her. I found her standing on a corner looking down at her shoes still crying. I was so touched I asked her how she had gotten homeless. 

She told me that she had AIDS and that she was waiting to get into a shelter. She said that her family had turned their backs on her and she had nowhere to go and that God would make a way for her. I said to myself, "He just did." Her faith and her praise moved me. I took her to a nearby hotel and put her up until she was able to get on her feet. I had someone that worked for me to check on her from time to time and make sure that she had food and clothes. After about a month or so we lost touch but I never forgot her.
This past summer I was shooting "Daddy's Little Girls" and this woman walks up to me smiling. I didn't recognize her face but her eyes were familiar. She had on a really nice dress and her hair was done. It was her! She told me that the little help that I had given her changed her life. She was in a house now and doing very well. 

I said all of that to say this. After I met this woman, every time I think about complaining and mumbling I remember, "My feet are off the ground!" I wanted to share this with you just to let you know that when I say that I am thankful for you, I really mean it. And when I say that you are a blessing to me, I mean it. We take so much for granted sometimes that I just wanted all of you to know that I am grateful to God for you everyday."
Thank you for being in my life. I appreciate every single time you stop by to view my blog, and I am touched much more, everytime you actually articulate words in order to comment on something I have written. It gives me hope, because to me (I don't know about others) it means that I must be doing something right and that if I can just keep at this, maybe, just maybe, it will come to a time, when someone will always visit, just so that he/she could find hope for the day. It tells me that in my little way, I am helping someone (hopefully) to say "my feet are off the ground!" The fulfillment alone, of having you in my life tells me that I also have the good grounds to say "my feet are off the ground! Yes!!! 

Sincerely, thank you for being in my life, and thank you for reading.

Peace...I'm out!