Pieces of Me

As I am browsing for Holiday music and this one fell into my play list. It's a song from Joseph to Jesus. It's a beautiful song. Joseph acknowledge that our Father in heaven was his son's Father regardless of how Jesus came to be biologically. God always comes first. To all the fathers out there, your son or daughter will always be your child with God's blessings. :-) Enjoy the song.

If you are one of the few people who suffer from nerve wrecking pain in the back, hips and legs as the season starts to turn cooler, what do you do for pain management? The last week alone has been unfortunately painful for my hips and lower back.  I was giving strong medicines, but they make me constipated and tired.  I have naturally applied heat to the area and even soaked in Epsom Salt for about a half hour or more. I do not want to take any narcotics due to bad interacting with my digestive system.  I cannot go to a chiropractor or an acupuncturist, which sucks, because those are completely alternative I would like to have.  But my insurance does not include such practices under my insurance plan.  Instead as the only alternative to get this pain under control is to go through Physical Therapy. Now if you have been to the PT, you know the first day they assess your case, evaluate your posture to pin point any uneven or off balanced parts.  Whatever...

This is my song for the holiday seasons. A simple little message, A Place to Call Home. Not many around this time have a place to call home. So embrace your love ones and your family.

In recent weeks, I have been speaking to a very few of my close friends about dealing with family situations.  I have been thinking about how everyone goes for themselves these days and families falling apart.  My mother always said to go for yourself, my grandmother said the same thing and quite a few others have said it as well. Now that we live in an era where divorce rates are high, people getting married for all the wrong reasons without thought, a strong family structure isn't what it used to be.  One of my male friends who I've known for almost ten years, hurt himself because he doesn't deal well with group or family living situations well.  He left one place to live with his parents, only to find out he want to return back to the crowded living space where he was a danger to himself and others originally.  He still believes he is a danger to himself and others around him.  What he does, he keeps all his issues bottled up, he blames his parents for...

In the following I will write about my past a bit.  However, follow closely to what I am saying and then think about what it speaks to you. I was I was a child of an acoholic. I was a child of abuse. I was a child of rejection. I was a child of no hope. I was a child of limitations. I was a child of no love. I was a child of no father. I was a child who lived on dreams. I was a child of heart breaks. I was a child who wanted a friend, who would listen and comfort me in ways no one wanted to. I was a child who felt unwanted. I was a child whose future was none. Now here I am today, an adult. I am loved. I love myself. I love my close friends. I love my life. Just because as a child I had no positive structure, I didn't allow it to ruin my adulthood. Instead all of that made me more determined to make the most out of life. I may have lack in a lot, But I was able to make it up. The past shouldn't define you, you have to find you. You have to learn to live for you. You have to...

Pieces of me is a description of my life.  It can also be a description about anyone's life. You know how sometimes you say to yourself, "Where do these pieces fit and how?" and then you ask yourself about those pieces that just does not look right, "How do these pieces fit and it does not look or feel right?"  Well when you find yourself questioning certain pieces, especially the ones that just stand out more, you have to slowly evaluate them and decide why those pieces stand out. We think we are all well aware of our surroundings, and yes, we can be.  However, no matter how careful we are, there is always a piece that shows up and we wonder how did it get there.  Right there, it shows evidence that while we may appear "well" aware of our environment, its the little things we tend to overlook the most.  Ever wonder how you could miss such a small detail or not think about a small piece of the puzzle??  Well now you know. Pieces of me can be inte...

Just yesterday, as I was walking around campus with the leaves on the ground and crumpling as I walked through them and the sweet smell of fall leaves touch my nose.  So I thought, why not a poem. The Smell of Fall Such a chilly and cloudy day Every once in a while the sun would peak through, the gray clouds. As one walks in solitude, the smell of fall is upon us. Do you smell it? Do you sense it? Do you see it in its sweet serenity? Oh, the aurora of fall colors, such a calming feeling, looking around and seeing beauty in life. It makes you wonder how one who cannot see or hear, knows the scent of fall so well. Its a sign that someone at least takes the time, to appreciate all things great and small. The smell of fall. Brings you back to a place call home. A place where everything is so soothing and calm. A place where nature is your friend and you are its friend. A place that you know you can be free, within your wildest imagination. A place any artist can achieve their bes...