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Sunday, October 1, 2017


So the truth is out. How many families have lived with skeletons in their closets?
Well the bones have truly fallen out of the closet. What? Racism still exists didn't you know. Did you really feel that things had changed? Did you really feel that racism had just curled up and died? No pudding it is alive and probably living on your street, working with you on your job. I once worked for a company where the big "R" was flowing like milk and honey. Each year at the holiday party I had to listen to  a monologue of how we are all one family, we are all the same. I was the only one working there of color. But every year at the party where we would get our bonus's I had to endure this conversation.  I would laugh and say to myself, if we were all the same and all family you would not be repeating this same speech to me every year.
Just because it has not been placed in your face up on neon lights, you let yourself think we were passed that season. No, not the case. Listen "R" will smile at you, will take you to lunch, will joke with you. You meet it on the streets, in the grocery stores, restaurants, and shopping malls.
Funny, that a favorite past-time of the world, "football" would shake those bones out of the closet. Those bones would fall from the highest level not just from those low spots. Well it is out there, that is right there is an elephant in the room now what? 
Racism, is taught behavior, we are not born with it in us. When little children come to school and call a classmate Nigger, they had to learn that just as they learned , "momma" and "dada". Taught behavior, and now this taught behavior is no longer a secret,  so where does it stop. 
We were all created from love, the love of God. Created in God's image. We have all been mandated to love each other as we love ourselves. So as spoken above the picture, let light of reality speak to your spirit. The love of God can unite people. Love of life will provide the words to say to speak to hate, to racism, to the wrongs of the world.
The closet door is wide open now, so recognize it when you see it in the light, speak light to it, because it is no longer in the dark.



Monday, September 25, 2017

Drum of the Heart - Aspiritualuplift Ministry: We may bend, but we will not break...

Drum of the Heart - Aspiritualuplift Ministry: We may bend, but we will not break...: A gift from me to you, While we were in Hawaii, I came upon this tree. Look how the trunk split off. The roots remain strong keeping ...

We may bend, but we will not break...


A gift from me to you,

While we were in Hawaii, I came upon this tree. Look how the trunk split off. The roots remain strong keeping life flowing through the tree. Though this tree bends, it does not break. The tree continues to grow, with life and strength. I pray though moments in life may bring us to bend, keeping our faith as strong roots we will not break. We are never given more than we can handle.



 Taking off the Mask…

Oh the light is getting dim.

The hope at the end of the tunnel seems too hard to reach.

The light is getting dim.

Drained and tired, cup empty.

No seminar or motivational speaker can ignite this light which is dim.

What words of wisdom what grand advice?

Day in day out running on the treadmill of life

only to remain in the same spot.

No sandy beaches or grand horizons am I seeing right now.

The light dim, but you do not want to hear about my despair,

you do not want to know of my heartache.

Joy is the mask you want me to wear.

Are we what people see?

Is that all there really is, making sure we put on a grand show.

Who are we here to please?

Day in day out running on the treadmill of life getting nowhere.

Do you really know me?

Could you handle what goes on in my head?

The complexities, the realities, the questions, the real.

I am more than a gentle breeze on a summer day,

more than a perfect orange sunset.

I am more than the peace you find in the early morning when the birds wake, I am more

I am tired, I am weak, I am joy, I am strong, I am more

Tears, sorrow, love, yearning, quiet, loud, sexy, sadness and beauty.

Complexity is what I am and more.

‘In The Stillness…Quiet Moments of A’Ha Reflection

By, T. McKinney-Lawrence

Remember We May Bend, but We Will Not Break

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Is it pass the time to say, HAPPY New YEAR

Well Happy New Year! Yep everyone is coming out with these....
Maybe if I call it a Challenge more people will be on board....

Friday, October 28, 2016

Slow Your Roll!



Just A Moment

Wow, I almost let the entire month of October go by without an entry. Rushing here and there, doing this and that, you know how we do. Many times when preachers preach they are talking to themselves, the advice from doctors to take it easy is often due to self reflection. We convey to each other lessons we should be adhering to  ourselves.

On another website I wrote an article titled "Slow Your Roll", do you realize even though you rush to get your job done, rush to meetings, rush to complete various tasks. You rush to stress, headaches and worry. If you were to drop dead tomorrow, they would have you replaced faster than you could be laid to rest. This year has just about come to an end. They already have Christmas on sale. There are constant demands on your time. The ability to simply catch a breathe, take a nap, rest a toe is fast becoming non-existent.

Maybe that is why we miss the little blessings, those precious moments. Our children grow up so fast, friends move away, life continues to move along. We must slow our roll, if only for our health or peace of mind. We must slow our roll so we can see the little things, the little blessings. Slow your roll because they do not stay babies forever, before you know it they are going away to college. Creating lives and families on their own.


We must slow our roll.

We must slow our roll, we might as well, so we can also enjoy this life. Others are not very concerned and would just assume you continued on the hustle and bustle road because they are going to get theirs. So slow you roll so you can get yours. Slow your roll so you can take part in those special moments, slow your roll so you can enjoy that embrace, that conversation, catch that nap. Take just a moment for yourself.

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Lessons Learned But NOT Taught!




A co-worker asked, “Why are children so mean and rude?” You see I am a teacher of the wee little ones. Anyway, I had to tell the co-worker all children are not born that way. Children come into this world innocent, a clean slate, open to love and kindness.

            I went on to explain, there are these lessons that are not taught in the conventional way, as with a teacher before a group. But learned just the same. These lessons shape and mold the adults, children become. Lessons instilled by the environments and those who nurture and care for the child. Sometimes the lessons are instilled on purpose, other times these are lessons taught without a realization of what has been done.

            Daily, I greet my students and their parents with a cheerful, “Good Morning” making sure to call the child by name as well as address the parent. Many times I am met with a cheerful response. However, there are those moments when the parent refuses to speak, no response at all while their little one is looking them right in the face. They look at me I smile and send forth the greeting again to both as if I felt they did not hear me. The parent engages the child in a dialogue of good bye and then leaves the room, without any acknowledgement of the teacher.

            As the parent is leaving I again greet the child, who sometimes continues to try to ignore me. I then explain that when someone speaks to you it is rude not to respond. Children do not realize at such a young age what is put into the Universe comes back to you (karma). My class is taught in the traditional way of learning, when someone is speaking to you respond, listen to their words, because at some moment you will need them to listen to yours.

            The sad reality of our society are those lessons which are being learned sometimes without the instructors’ awareness and other times with full knowledge of what is being conveyed. A child referred to an assistant who happen to be a person of color as a monkey. When asked why, the child said that is what my father says. Did dad intend for that thought to be carried in the file drawer of his child’s mind away from the home and then shared?

            Then I look on the internet and see a young White child made up in Black face as his family is figuring out his Halloween costume. Whether being done as a joke or with the malice of racism at the root, lessons are being learned.

            Our young people are like sponges soaking up what they hear, see, and experience. Show them love thy neighbor and they become adults with a caring, and kind spirit. Show them rudeness, and evil and they become hard hearted.

            Gone are the days of that Do as I say, not as I do mentality. Your children are watching not only you but the media you allow them to experience. Parents are the child’s first teachers, what kind of lessons are being taught? They are watching they want to be just like mommy, just like daddy. They sit in my play house with a rectangle block for a phone and a pencil for a cigarette. They tell dolls that they must wait until they get off the phone. They draw pictures of daddy with his favorite drink and when asked what is it they respond, “Hennessey”.

            What lessons are being taught? Well, I will finish with this, “Watch what you say and do, because they are doing YOU!”