It's About Love

I am feeling so blessed this morning about a lot of things and also because you are reading my blog and I thank you for that. I woke up a little late about 9:15am and for me this is not the norm because I am an early riser usually about 6:00am. I am quite surprise at the time on the clock because for me this is very late but yet, I feel good, peaceful and just over joyed with love. I have this love feeling going on with me this morning; I am happy to be alive with family and in a country where I am free. So with this great feeling, I get out of bed and put on my comfy red cotton robe as I often do and head to the kitchen to perk up my good cup of joe before I start my morning. I can't seem to get over this sense of love that I am feeling it seems a little too extra but I'm loving it. I love life and all it's wonders and I believe every woman is creatively and wonderfully made. I began to think of my niece and her extra ordinary talents.

My niece who has overcome many life challenges and will face many more because of her disability want what every girl wants "love." Girls all over the world whether they are physically, mentally disable or not  "all girlz dream." Despite her disability she has many abilities; articulate, a painter, a poetic genius, lover of books as well as a beautiful female. All women around the world want love, desire love and companionship. So in this blog I am going to share one of her most beautiful poems because it's about love:

Love is not just a feeling

it's a way of life.

Even though, I've never

been in love I have more

knowledge than someone

 twice my age.

Even though, people take it for granted, it's more than just a choice. 

Love is a war zone

and if you don't watch out

you might get hurt.

Love was created to be as

gentle as an autumn breeze in

the cold air

or as aggressively as the winds

or a hurricane.

Even though, I've never been in love

I'm willing to wait

because this is a privilege

I don't want to waste.

   

Written By

Victoria Dugger

Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved

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 I've been thinking a lot these days about the "Circle of Life." I know that we are born and we will someday pass on in this life. I know that it's inevitable, because this is how it is suppose to be.  I believe that everyone was born with a purpose.  I believe that we are suppose to learn life lessons from the purpose of others because after all life lessons are a big part of the "Circle of Life." 

      The "Circle of Life" has become so real to me lately. My Mama is a beautiful woman who has been stricken with emphysema. She contracted this disease because of smoking for many years.  I visit my parents almost everyday, and like many households, your Mama is the core of the home. As I sit and talk with my Mom on the big flowery comfy couch in the livingroom as I often do,  my mind wanders from time to time on the many talks that we've had over the years. I was taught many things and eventhough, I agreed with many of her life lessons there were some that I disagreed with but yet instill, I respected and still respect my Mama's opinion. 

     She was told approx 10 yrs ago by her physician that he would no longer be her physician because she would not stop smoking and that she would die within 7 yrs. Well, I have you to know being the good daughter that I am and because I love my Mama - I called the physician's office and I "blasted" him and all who were listening on the other end he is not "God."  After I vented, I felt good because you were talking about my Mama and because I love her so.

      Eight years passed and my Mama who love Christmas and whose homemade southern Red Velvet Cake and old fashion Caramel Cake are to die for could no longer enjoy her favorite holiday because she is too weak and frail to stand up on her feet for long periods of time. I reflect back on that phone call many times and wished I could have taken another approach. But, as I sit on the comfy flower couch and talk with my Mama who cannot live without the oxygen tube apparatus attached to her nose,  cried the other day because she wished she had done something different.  Seeing my Mama cry, I tried to comfort her and I wanted to show her that I was strong and I did. But, later that evening sitting in my thinking chair with my red throw wrapped around me - I cried and I cried because after all - I love my Mama so..I thank God for one more day.

     I think about the "Circle of Life" and that it's inevitable and it's going to do what it's suppose to do - I know it's going to be my turn someday.

Sincerely,

Angela Patterson, Author

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