The question was posed a couple of days ago what is the difference between being "pretty" and "beautiful"?
My take and two cents is very simple...there are many "pretty" faced people that walk beside and pass us on this earth. To me it is something that runs the length of a strand of hair to the very edge of the tip of one's toes. Pretty is aesthetically pleasing and something to place on a pedestal and gaze at. However, with me having a short attention span, pretty would become extremely boring, very quickly.
Now, let's get down to the meat and the potatoes of true beauty. Beauty, is non-tangible...something that lives within and is nurtured daily and sometimes moment - moment. Beauty, is kindness, thoughtfulness, humbled confidence, a gesture, positive words and loving actions. When one is "beautiful" it seeps through their pores, encapsulates that very being, plus those surrounding, hits the universe, and becomes airborne. It's highly contagious and encourages one's own beauty.
I, believe we were all beautifully, created...it is however, up to us to nurture this beauty. To pay attention to the beauty that lives within. To fancifully dress up and accessorize our "beauty" with the same tenacity, dedication and passion as we do our "pretty" little faces and bodies. It is our duty, to pay this lovely, beauty forward to one another. If the same emphasis were placed on our internal "beauty" as it is to "outPretty" the next person and keep up with the latest "fashion and beauty" trends, I'm almost positive, that we would live in a far more "beautiful" place.
Let me enter your mind with subliminal lines of intelligence.
Expunge what you knew before I began to spit, and rip your cranium apart.
Don’t take it personal or to heart. Your lack of comprehension is devastating, I know.
However, let me, show you, how your ignorance takes a toll on the sophisticated mind.
There was a time when we were unable to create, operate, educate, and situate.
Times have since changed, but the strain continues to run a train and gang fuck the mind of the ignorant, weak and stagnant.
Those, who train their brain to rid itself of unconstructiveness, obtain power and respect.
Those, who exude awareness, of surroundings, culture and contemporary boundaries; consumes the diminutive, mortal.
We all make mistakes, and there are risks at stake, however, exceptional persons are aware of the work it will take, to become successful in the wake of disaster.
Ignorance is simply not knowing; better is intelligence and taking the proper stance in life, yours!
Showing respect, living life, embracing one’s self; experiencing utter happiness as the glowing of a healthy pregnant woman, is the life opposite of ignoramus.
Life is extremely fair; as we all have choices, input, and a voice in the road our lives take, don’t make the mistake, and not choose the high road to INTELLIGENCE!!
Copyright © 2007 Keisha J Jones.
All Rights Reserved.
It takes approx. 6-8 seconds to transfer energy between two people while hugging. I love an amazing hug, one that you could safely crawl into, nestle and hibernate in. There isn't anything like it, in the world for me...this simply, powerful and loving exchange between two people.
As much as I'm enthralled with an awesome hug...I must say that I was slightly taken aback when I learned about what is widely known as "Cuddling Services". These intimate (yet, non-intimate...wait, I'm confused) services are popping up, all over this great but apparently frigid country. Places like, "The Snuggery" (www.thesnuggery.org) and other "cuddle services" appear to be flourishing as there is a great need and market for "touch".
I, whole-heartedly believe in touch, beings in all that I'm a licensed Massage Therapist...I OVERstand the healing properties of touch and transference of energy (positive)...it just leaves the question rattling around in my mind, just how many Americans aren't being "touched" in a positive way? It also makes me ponder on just how disconnected have we really become, that such a service is demanded?
By, no means am I belittling these services, I'm really just shocked that we've become so desensitized with one another, that we find it more comfortable and appealing to contact a "service provider" for hugs and/or cuddles versus contacting someone we know personally, and requesting "free love". Just something to think about.
I went to see my dearest friend last week for a few days...it was her birthday. While there, I encountered a kindness and peacefulness that I haven't been privy to, for quite some time now. In that quiet, peacefulness, any and everything that was important and mattered was revealed to me.
Designated quality time and unconditional love are required essentials to maintaining amazingly, healthy relationships. The very relationships that see you through the dark hours and moments that are inevitable to rear it's overwhelmingly large head from time to time in one's life. I appreciated my friend, the love that we share and the sincerity and sacredness in which we hold our bond.
Upon returning home, the heaviness of the city in which I reside, had been lifted. Renewal and rejuvenation occurred while visiting my friend and I'm eternally grateful for it. Glowing and reeling for days now...atop strengthened and closer bonds with my loved ones, has tatted a joker and life-like smile across my face, that I don, oh so well.
I waited as long as I possibly could...yesterday, I ventured off to the movies to finally see the epic, motion picture and true life story,
"12 Years A Slave". Epic is an understatement...devastation ripped through the theatre for 2 hours and 14 minutes, as I have never wanted to run away from anything so much, in my entire life.
The torment and pain of an entire group of people was beyond tangible. So much so, that I wanted to tear away my own skin to stop the pain that was being inflicted. I'm almost left speechless from the extreme arrogance, callousness, frigidness and down-right relentlessness of the, "Masters". But, even more startling than the barbarianism of the "Masters" that were male, were the wives of these absolute terrorists and monsters. The encouragement of torture, degradation, belittling and destruction of families from the women of this unholy group of "men", is beyond perplexing and saddening.
This is our foundation in this country and one's story and journey in any particular place is only as rich and great as the foundation it was built upon. This is why, my living grandmother
(83 years young) sat beside me in the theater, engulfed in tears and anger, all while yelling at the the screen, "I don't remember this, I lived through this shit..." (mind you, Granny doesn't normally use profane language). These scars run so deep, as deep as the whips that tore into the flesh of men, women and children, only leaving fleshy, bone exposed. Deep as the very blood that coursed through the arteries of the hands that rebuilt this country on their backs and without recognition. Deep as the daily, mental torment of being told their nothing...nothing more than a dumb, worthless, cotton pickin "Nigger" (we learn by repetition and/or trauma).
These people endured more than the largest and most intelligent part of my brain will ever be able to fathom or comprehend. For that, I'd like to say thank you. Thank you for standing for something and for paving the way for me to be able to type this today. Thank you for having some integrity and for knowing that a better day would come. Thank you for teaching us to allow God to do his work (the scales of life will ALWAYS balance) and to not take matters into our own hands. Thank you for teaching me to NEVER be afraid of anything, and that I am a child of the MOST HIGH, which can never be stripped away. Thank you for lending me strength, encouragement, and for ultimately rising above and beyond your circumstances.
I derive from an incredibly, rich culture, contrary to the beliefs of many that would like me to believe differently. I am grateful and with great pride am a Black American.
It has been more than an active week...enough activity, to sit my energetic and always on the move, self down for a while. As, I emerge from the thick smoke of the hazy fog that has held me captive and closely all week, the clarity gained from it, is beyond crystalized.
The energetic forces of the people, places and things, I've been submerged in and surrounded with for a while, had completely taken it's toll on my spirit. The lethargy that owned my body for a week was real, beyond my control and was inevitable.
As, I rise, like the Phoenix, those particles of destruction that had clamped their greedy little fangs into my bloodline with the sole intent to drain it's supply, are literally falling by the wayside, one by one. I am grateful.
Clarity is priceless and is pretty cost effective, as it only requires sitting still and simply being. I, smell a major relocation coming soon...stay tuned.
I took a brisk, directionless walk the other day, and while on my journey, my mind decided to zero in on the very land that I was hastily pounding on. Immediately, I began to slow...not consciously and almost without my permission, did this take place. My breathing changed, and half a smile was smeared across my face, again not consciously. In those very instants, I knew that I was on to something special.
The profound imagery of this country's natives, along with their culture, had set my mind and spirit ablaze. An immediate need to learn more became apparent, as I ran over my mind's filing index and retention center and couldn't locate one manilla folder's worth of information on these poignant people. I was ashamed. How dare I not know much about the very land (and it's inhabitants) that I take for granted and walk on freely (I use that term very loosely), daily? A, land that was brutally taken from a sacred group of people, that I call home is definitely worth my time to learn more about and pay homage too.
I've committed to learning and absorbing as much information available about these resilient people that are enriched with a deeply spiritual and interconnected, RESPECTFUL culture. This group of people have and has been overlooked for so long that it's almost commonplace to do so. Almost, invisible. Again, I am ashamed.
I, shall document and share my findings, teachings, and bring forth awareness of our nation's "First People", as their story is the beginning of the truth, of this country's foundation.
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