Merry meet Friends,
Michelle here, bringing lots of love and light!
"Once we commit ourselves to spiritual growth there is no day in our lives when we arrive at a place where we're complete and that's the end of it. The understanding that we're never finished growing is a wonderful thing. It can liberate us from our past, from who we think we are, and all our limited approaches to life." ~ Swami Chetanananda, The Open Moment; thanks to OSIS for posting
To know that I am still growing is indeed a wonderful thing. It means that I can start anew at any time I choose. I'm not tied forever to my past way of being or thinking; even if that way is considered a good way. I've been in a quandary ( a state of perplexity or uncertainty over what to do in a difficult situation) for the past week. This, of course, pertains to the job offer that I received last week. To some, I suppose, there should be no uncertainty. I need additional income and it is staring me in the face. What's the problem, then? I have no problem working, even at my age when most of my contemporaries are retired or retiring. No, it's not that. It's two things: the type of work and the location (city) of the work.
The job is as a Mental Health Technician. I would be working with those with mental and substance abuse issues. I have worked with both in previous jobs. I know that I am capable of handling any situation that I encounter, whatever that may be. The question is, do I want to be in that environment again? This has more to do with where I feel I am in consciousness as opposed to the people with whom I'd be assisting. It requires a certain energy, if you will, to handle certain situations. I am somewhere else entirely. Then there is the location of the job, Richmond. I do not want to settle here. Richmond is my place of birth and where I have spent most of my life. It is a beautiful place and the weather, overall, is pleasant. I don't consider it home though. Truthfully, I don't know if I consider anywhere home anymore or yet.
Having said that, I suppose it doesn't matter if I take the job for a time. I always said that wherever Spirit took me, if I were to be there awhile, I would seek employment. In that regard, it doesn't matter if it's Richmond. There are other variables in place. This job is shift work. Hours are not assigned because it's a PRN position. Techs work as needed and where they place their names on the schedule. One may work as little or as much as desired. The hours available for me would probably be evening or overnight. Since I don't have a car, it would be difficult for me to live anywhere not on a bus line. However, even on a bus line, I am not standing on a street corner in Highland Park at 11 pm or midnight, or downtown at a transfer point. Buses stop running at a certain hour anyway so even if I didn't mind waiting on a corner, there might not be a bus. Of course, there may be an employee living wherever I may be living with whom I could ride. But where would I be living?
"Decisions sometimes prove to be the hardest to make, especially when it's a choice between where you should be and where you really wanted to be." ~ unknown
I guess where I should be is in Richmond working this job, at least until I can save enough for a car to continue my journey. Where I want to be, is anywhere my Gypsy soul directs me. If i could find a room to rent without a lease, then maybe I would consider this more. I do not want to rent an apartment for a year or based on the salary from this job. I want anywhere that I live, at least for now, to be based on my steady monthly income. I have no desire to be evicted from a place due to non payment of rent. Been there, done that. Never again! I want to know that I can pay the rent whether I have employment or not. I was a stay at home Mom, so I didn't work much or for long periods of time, which means that SS isn't that great. I'm grateful for it but rent needs to be based on it. Decisions!
On Sunday, March 8th, I went to brunch with my friend Millie and her family to celebrate her birthday. We went to Southerly's on Broad Street. It's relatively new. The atmosphere was nice and, of course, as an adopted member of Millie's family, the company was good and conversation lively, as always. For the foodies that may be reading: I had catfish which had a very light coating and was delicious. It comes with collards and dirty rice which I couldn't have because it contained pork. I had a potato hash casserole, which was good and green beans which needed seasoning. From 3-5 on Sundays, ice cream is buy one, get one, in the store area. Millie's brother bought cones for all. I had not been eating sweets due to a binding contract set up by my son, Jason and to which the other children agreed. I had an ice cream cone though and informed them. LOL Millie's husband paid the food bill for everyone. It was a beautiful day with great weather.
On Monday, I went to the orientation for the job. When I spoke to the HR person while still in NY, the impression was that orientation needed to be as soon as possible and that there were others. I needed to be there at 9 am but not knowing the bus schedule, it would have been a rush to get the 8:06. I decided to listen to the still small voice, forgo that bus, and not stress. I continued to get dressed, walked to the bus stop, called GRTC for the time of the next bus and called HR to leave a message. The 8:45 bus was 15 minutes late. I had to transfer and that bus took about 15 minutes to get to the stop. I got to the office around 10 am, which was the original time HR told me. After being announced, a woman came out to water the plants and asked if I were the person she was expecting. I answered and asked if she had received my message. She said she had and no worries, she had just gotten there herself. Grateful for the still small voice, I would have been there an hour waiting for her! I was the only person in the orientation; a man didn't show.
The director came in to give me the offer letter and said that I had gotten there before she could mail it. I probably could have waited until Tuesday to start orientation, especially since I couldn't get the urine and TB test until then. I also had to go to the police station to get fingerprinted and over to the campus for a tour. The HR woman took me to the police station and waited to take me to the campus, in order for me not to have to take all of those buses, After the tour, I took the bus back to the main office. It was a productive day and I will be paid for it. Training was supposed to start that week but the manager I will be assigned wants me to train with her only. I am waiting to hear when that may be. The job site is located in Petersburg, but moving to Richmond in the next couple of weeks. Perhaps training will start then. I would like to make my decision about the job after I've trained, met staff and the residents. I need somewhere to live though and that will also determine if I take the job.
"Always go with the choice that scares you the most, because that's the one that is going to require the most from you." ~Carolyn Myss
"May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears." ~ Nelson Mandela
At first glance, these quotes appear to be saying the opposite, but they aren't. Making a choice out of fear is not the same as making a choice that scares you. Me, taking this job because I need money, while practical, can also be fear based. Choosing not to take it and continue to travel is a scary one: how will I travel, will I have enough, etc. The decision is truly mine to make but friends, I would love to hear what you think. Please comment in the comment box.
Until next Sunday,
Merry part and merry meet again,
Blessed be,
Gypsi Mama Michelle
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
New York/Richmond VA
Merry meet Friends,
Michelle here, bringing lots of love and light!
"We grow in life to greater emotional and moral stature, not because of what we think we know, but because of what we know we don't." ~ Joan Chittister, The Sacred In-Between
I sometimes joke and say that my sister and I knew our astrological signs before we knew our names. Of course, we didn't, but it felt that way because our mother was always talking about the signs. She was not as heavily into it as I once thought, because for years I thought that I was a Capricorn. My mother based my sign on my birthday, December 22nd, and most books agree. However in the late 1990's I had my chart done and found out that at the time of my birth, the sun was still in Sagittarius. My moon is in Gemini and my rising is Scorpio. Those all feel like me and so I agree with the chart. The stars have spoken!
The reason that I bring this up is because one of the things my mother used to say to me about Capricorns, is that they have a slow start in life. Capricorn's symbol is the Mountain Goat and is always shown climbing a mountain; a steady but slow climb, none the less. My mother said that I would not reach any goals until later in life. She also said, when my Scorpio daughter was born, that Scorpios aren't passionate. We ALL know that isn't true! I am not condemning my mother. She did the best she could with the knowledge she had. However, in listening to her, I believe that I self-sabotaged often in my life. I would have a multitude of ideas; some expressed and some not, but I seemed to always find a way to not bring them to fruition.
I expect to live for awhile but I have no desire to continue to place my dreams on hold, even if I were a Capricorn. Langston Hughes said, "What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun, or fester like a sore and then run?" I've held up my dreams for too long out of fear and also thinking I had to wait for some later date. Well, later is here and I am ready to move forward. Recently, I have become Facebook friends with several women from Haiti. The majority of them are so talented and creative and are living their dreams. I believe, because we all are created in the image of The Creator, that we are all creative. However, some of us act on it and some of us do not. These sisters from my father's homeland are inspiring me to do, be and live more. I, too, am Haiti (Ayiti)! Creating, whether it is writing, painting, sewing, crocheting, is in my blood. My father was extremely good with his hands. He made my crib and other furniture pieces as well. I love to create.
On my mother's side, creativity reigns as well with all of the above named items. In addition from my mother's side, I have acquired the passion for nature, the earth and helping women. I realize that I do not have to choose one thing and be done. I can focus on something to start and then expand. I could also allow some things to be hobbies. I like so many things, which is why the issue for me has always been to get grounded enough to focus on what truly gets me passionate. I always wanted to combine it all. Now, hopefully, I am learning to relax, release and go with the flow. I am so ready to express my innermost self. If you #don'tbelievemejustwatch. LOL!
Monday the 2nd, I did not go out for a "chat and chew" in Harlem with my friend Sonya, because it snowed on Sunday and she also had an appointment added to her already busy schedule. The snow melted very quickly so I decided to take a trip to 125th Street to an African store. Have you ever seen something in a store you wanted but for whatever reason, not get it? Then it haunts you afterwards and you berate yourself for not getting it? That's what happened to me regarding some pants which is why I went back on Monday. On Tuesday the 3rd, I went into Brooklyn to meet my friend Iliana for another manicure. This time we went to the cheaper place which costs $6. Since I was in the neighborhood, I went to the natural food store to pick up a few items. It started snowing just as I was getting off the train. This snow came down very quickly and covered things just as quickly. Did I bring the snow, I wonder?, because it snowed for most of my visit.
I booked a bus ticket to return to Richmond on Wednesday the 4th. Jason and I took a taxi to the bus station which costs $25. We get there and the attendant said that all buses to Richmond had been cancelled. It was not raining or snowing in NY or Richmond, so Why? We took the train back to his apartment. Later that night it began to snow in NY and later the next day in Richmond. No buses ran on Thursday either. Friday was unclear and since the reason I was coming to Richmond was for two doctor's appointments on Friday, I really didn't see the need to come back. My friend Alma was turning 65 on the 8th and having a party on the 7th, to which I was invited.; so yes that was a reason. My friend Millie's birthday was on the 8th as well. Greyhound was willing to exchange the ticket if I chose to travel that way. I'm not sure of refunds though.
Jason decided that I would be more comfortable on the train, which he had been trying to get me to take before I purchased the bus ticket. He purchased the train ticket for Saturday morning. He engaged the Red Cap service for me which put me on the train ahead of others. I definitely prefer the train over the bus, who wouldn't really? The train arrived in NY 30 minutes late and put me in Richmond at 6:45 instead of 5pm. After being picked up, I showered, changed and drove to Alma's party. It was great to see my friends especially since I'm not sure when I may see them again. On that note, in December of 2014 I applied for a job in Richmond as a Mental Health Technician with Rubicon. The job is a part time prn. I am able to work as much or as little as possible depending on openings in the schedule.
Friday, the 6th, while still in NY, I received a call from Rubicon HR offering me the position. I asked if I could think about it because, as stated in an earlier blog post, I'm not sure if I have the energy for this type of work anymore. I was told they needed an answer because she wanted to have an orientation on Monday the 9th. I told her that I was in NY but would be in on Saturday evening and I would attend orientation. I felt that attending would give me some insights into whether or not I wanted the job. I do know that I need additional income but I don't want to live in Richmond. Should I take the job for a few months to gain income? Is that fair to an employer? I was told once by my son Jason, that employers have no loyalty to employees if they need to let them go, so do what I need to do for me. I just remembered he said that to me two years ago. The issue is that I need a car and someplace to live. I have no problem catching the bus, but I will probably work the evening shift and I'm not standing in Highland Park at 12 midnight waiting for a bus. Decisions, decisions! I am interested in all thoughts pertaining to what could be a dilemma.
Anyway, even though this is Wednesday, I'm writing as if it's Sunday. I will let you know my decision on Sunday. I am quick to admit "what I know I don't know" as stated in the above quote. Hopefully, I am growing in greater emotional and moral stature. The past three years have been an emotional roller coaster, up, down, up, down but I will not stay down. In the words of Rumi: "You have seen my descent, now watch my rising."
Until next Sunday,
Merry part and merry meet again,
Blessed be,
Gypsi Mama Michelle
Michelle here, bringing lots of love and light!
"We grow in life to greater emotional and moral stature, not because of what we think we know, but because of what we know we don't." ~ Joan Chittister, The Sacred In-Between
I sometimes joke and say that my sister and I knew our astrological signs before we knew our names. Of course, we didn't, but it felt that way because our mother was always talking about the signs. She was not as heavily into it as I once thought, because for years I thought that I was a Capricorn. My mother based my sign on my birthday, December 22nd, and most books agree. However in the late 1990's I had my chart done and found out that at the time of my birth, the sun was still in Sagittarius. My moon is in Gemini and my rising is Scorpio. Those all feel like me and so I agree with the chart. The stars have spoken!
The reason that I bring this up is because one of the things my mother used to say to me about Capricorns, is that they have a slow start in life. Capricorn's symbol is the Mountain Goat and is always shown climbing a mountain; a steady but slow climb, none the less. My mother said that I would not reach any goals until later in life. She also said, when my Scorpio daughter was born, that Scorpios aren't passionate. We ALL know that isn't true! I am not condemning my mother. She did the best she could with the knowledge she had. However, in listening to her, I believe that I self-sabotaged often in my life. I would have a multitude of ideas; some expressed and some not, but I seemed to always find a way to not bring them to fruition.
I expect to live for awhile but I have no desire to continue to place my dreams on hold, even if I were a Capricorn. Langston Hughes said, "What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun, or fester like a sore and then run?" I've held up my dreams for too long out of fear and also thinking I had to wait for some later date. Well, later is here and I am ready to move forward. Recently, I have become Facebook friends with several women from Haiti. The majority of them are so talented and creative and are living their dreams. I believe, because we all are created in the image of The Creator, that we are all creative. However, some of us act on it and some of us do not. These sisters from my father's homeland are inspiring me to do, be and live more. I, too, am Haiti (Ayiti)! Creating, whether it is writing, painting, sewing, crocheting, is in my blood. My father was extremely good with his hands. He made my crib and other furniture pieces as well. I love to create.
On my mother's side, creativity reigns as well with all of the above named items. In addition from my mother's side, I have acquired the passion for nature, the earth and helping women. I realize that I do not have to choose one thing and be done. I can focus on something to start and then expand. I could also allow some things to be hobbies. I like so many things, which is why the issue for me has always been to get grounded enough to focus on what truly gets me passionate. I always wanted to combine it all. Now, hopefully, I am learning to relax, release and go with the flow. I am so ready to express my innermost self. If you #don'tbelievemejustwatch. LOL!
Monday the 2nd, I did not go out for a "chat and chew" in Harlem with my friend Sonya, because it snowed on Sunday and she also had an appointment added to her already busy schedule. The snow melted very quickly so I decided to take a trip to 125th Street to an African store. Have you ever seen something in a store you wanted but for whatever reason, not get it? Then it haunts you afterwards and you berate yourself for not getting it? That's what happened to me regarding some pants which is why I went back on Monday. On Tuesday the 3rd, I went into Brooklyn to meet my friend Iliana for another manicure. This time we went to the cheaper place which costs $6. Since I was in the neighborhood, I went to the natural food store to pick up a few items. It started snowing just as I was getting off the train. This snow came down very quickly and covered things just as quickly. Did I bring the snow, I wonder?, because it snowed for most of my visit.
I booked a bus ticket to return to Richmond on Wednesday the 4th. Jason and I took a taxi to the bus station which costs $25. We get there and the attendant said that all buses to Richmond had been cancelled. It was not raining or snowing in NY or Richmond, so Why? We took the train back to his apartment. Later that night it began to snow in NY and later the next day in Richmond. No buses ran on Thursday either. Friday was unclear and since the reason I was coming to Richmond was for two doctor's appointments on Friday, I really didn't see the need to come back. My friend Alma was turning 65 on the 8th and having a party on the 7th, to which I was invited.; so yes that was a reason. My friend Millie's birthday was on the 8th as well. Greyhound was willing to exchange the ticket if I chose to travel that way. I'm not sure of refunds though.
Jason decided that I would be more comfortable on the train, which he had been trying to get me to take before I purchased the bus ticket. He purchased the train ticket for Saturday morning. He engaged the Red Cap service for me which put me on the train ahead of others. I definitely prefer the train over the bus, who wouldn't really? The train arrived in NY 30 minutes late and put me in Richmond at 6:45 instead of 5pm. After being picked up, I showered, changed and drove to Alma's party. It was great to see my friends especially since I'm not sure when I may see them again. On that note, in December of 2014 I applied for a job in Richmond as a Mental Health Technician with Rubicon. The job is a part time prn. I am able to work as much or as little as possible depending on openings in the schedule.
Friday, the 6th, while still in NY, I received a call from Rubicon HR offering me the position. I asked if I could think about it because, as stated in an earlier blog post, I'm not sure if I have the energy for this type of work anymore. I was told they needed an answer because she wanted to have an orientation on Monday the 9th. I told her that I was in NY but would be in on Saturday evening and I would attend orientation. I felt that attending would give me some insights into whether or not I wanted the job. I do know that I need additional income but I don't want to live in Richmond. Should I take the job for a few months to gain income? Is that fair to an employer? I was told once by my son Jason, that employers have no loyalty to employees if they need to let them go, so do what I need to do for me. I just remembered he said that to me two years ago. The issue is that I need a car and someplace to live. I have no problem catching the bus, but I will probably work the evening shift and I'm not standing in Highland Park at 12 midnight waiting for a bus. Decisions, decisions! I am interested in all thoughts pertaining to what could be a dilemma.
Anyway, even though this is Wednesday, I'm writing as if it's Sunday. I will let you know my decision on Sunday. I am quick to admit "what I know I don't know" as stated in the above quote. Hopefully, I am growing in greater emotional and moral stature. The past three years have been an emotional roller coaster, up, down, up, down but I will not stay down. In the words of Rumi: "You have seen my descent, now watch my rising."
Until next Sunday,
Merry part and merry meet again,
Blessed be,
Gypsi Mama Michelle
Sunday, March 1, 2015
New York
Merry meet Friends,
Michelle here, bringing lots of love and light!
"Simply be yourself. Look past the fanfare and drama to what is enduring. Take time to clarify what is important to you and let non essentials fall away." ~ InnerLinks, Angel of March is Simplicity
Stress is defined as: a state of mental or emotional strain or tension resulting from adverse or very demanding circumstances. There are the day to day stresses of life and there are the stresses which can lead to heart attacks, strokes and high blood pressure. Some stress will cause anxiety or panic attacks. Most of the time we don't realize that we are under an unusual amount of stress or we feel as if we can handle whatever comes our way. This is why it is important to "let non essentials fall away".
On Tuesday the 24th, I had an anxiety attack. At least, I believe that's what it was. I received a text from Sprint about my cell bill. The amount was double what I believed it to be and had budgeted. For some reason I began to panic when I saw the text. I have no idea why, because I have been a customer for 14 years. I know that customer service will and has worked with me regardless of amount. I called Sprint and sure enough, it was a mistake. The bill for March had been added to the current bill. They apologized and I rang off. I remember having the thought that I must be more stressed than I thought because I am never upset about a bill with Sprint.
Shortly afterwards I felt a pain in my left arm below my shoulder and a tingling sensation in my jaw. I have felt both of these before so I didn't become too alarmed. Then I started to feel hunger pangs but the nauseating type. I was surprised because I had eaten one and one half hours before the hunger. I went to the kitchen to get a piece of fruit when the thought occurred to me that perhaps it wasn't hunger but indeed nausea. I took an aspirin just in case it was my heart and in a matter of seconds, I felt as if I couldn't breathe. I was at the apartment alone and I don't know anyone in the building but I headed to the door to get help. Instead I dialed 911 and told the operator what I was experiencing. She asked me to remain on the phone while she got paramedics on the line. I began to breathe a little easier. The paramedics asked me the address. I told them that I would need to buzz them in but they said it was ok and to leave the front door unlocked.
Shortly thereafter, firemen arrived. They immediately placed an oxygen mask on me. One of the firemen said that I could have been dehydrated because it was extremely hot in the apartment. This radiator either turns off or on, there is no high or low. When it's hot in here, it feels as if the thermostat is set on hell. The firemen questioned me about illnesses and diets. I drink a Yogi detox tea daily and told them. They suggested that I stop for awhile because the herbs are powerful, and I have. The paramedics arrived shortly afterwards and took the oxygen mask off. They said they could monitor my breathing better without it.
Jason was on the phone the entire time. I began to feel better and chose not to go to the hospital. Jason told me he was coming home even though I told him it was unnecessary. I'm glad he did because I was scared. After the paramedics left, the police came to check to see if the person had gone to the ER. I told them that it was me and no I hadn't. The policeman said I should still go because by the time symptoms appear it's too late. Of course that put me in panic mode again. Normally, I pray when things like that happen but for some reason this time I panicked. As in the above quote, I am assessing what is essential in my life and eliminating the rest. Jason stayed with me on Wednesday as well and worked from home.
On Thursday I decided fresh air was needed and walked to the store. I fixed a chicken Brunswick Stew for dinner. On Friday I tool the subway to the Harlem/African Mart on 116th Street. I love seeing all of the items and listening to the barter between merchants and customers. On Saturday I took the train to Sylvia's on 127th for chicken and waffles. I only ate the waffle; the chicken was too large and I have a thing about non organic chicken. I don't know why I even ordered it. I walked along 125th street and looked into a few of the shops. It was cold and I decided to head back to the apartment. Saturday, I went to see my grandson play basketball with his league. My, that child is tall! He's like his father. He is a very good re bounder. He scored some points and his team did win. Jason and I came back to the apartment and had dinner. We spent the rest of the evening relaxing.
Tomorrow, if the weather permits, I will meet my friend Sonya in Central Harlem for lunch or "chat and chew" as my friend Venetia says. I'm looking forward to the time together. I plan to take it easy and not let the stresses of life, daily or otherwise, overtake me. I have work to do and I plan to be here to get it done. I advise everyone to do the same. Let go of the fanfare and drama. Find out what is truly important in your life and go with the flow.
Until next Sunday,
Merry part and merry meet again,
Blessed be,
Gypsi Mama Michelle
Michelle here, bringing lots of love and light!
"Simply be yourself. Look past the fanfare and drama to what is enduring. Take time to clarify what is important to you and let non essentials fall away." ~ InnerLinks, Angel of March is Simplicity
Stress is defined as: a state of mental or emotional strain or tension resulting from adverse or very demanding circumstances. There are the day to day stresses of life and there are the stresses which can lead to heart attacks, strokes and high blood pressure. Some stress will cause anxiety or panic attacks. Most of the time we don't realize that we are under an unusual amount of stress or we feel as if we can handle whatever comes our way. This is why it is important to "let non essentials fall away".
On Tuesday the 24th, I had an anxiety attack. At least, I believe that's what it was. I received a text from Sprint about my cell bill. The amount was double what I believed it to be and had budgeted. For some reason I began to panic when I saw the text. I have no idea why, because I have been a customer for 14 years. I know that customer service will and has worked with me regardless of amount. I called Sprint and sure enough, it was a mistake. The bill for March had been added to the current bill. They apologized and I rang off. I remember having the thought that I must be more stressed than I thought because I am never upset about a bill with Sprint.
Shortly afterwards I felt a pain in my left arm below my shoulder and a tingling sensation in my jaw. I have felt both of these before so I didn't become too alarmed. Then I started to feel hunger pangs but the nauseating type. I was surprised because I had eaten one and one half hours before the hunger. I went to the kitchen to get a piece of fruit when the thought occurred to me that perhaps it wasn't hunger but indeed nausea. I took an aspirin just in case it was my heart and in a matter of seconds, I felt as if I couldn't breathe. I was at the apartment alone and I don't know anyone in the building but I headed to the door to get help. Instead I dialed 911 and told the operator what I was experiencing. She asked me to remain on the phone while she got paramedics on the line. I began to breathe a little easier. The paramedics asked me the address. I told them that I would need to buzz them in but they said it was ok and to leave the front door unlocked.
Shortly thereafter, firemen arrived. They immediately placed an oxygen mask on me. One of the firemen said that I could have been dehydrated because it was extremely hot in the apartment. This radiator either turns off or on, there is no high or low. When it's hot in here, it feels as if the thermostat is set on hell. The firemen questioned me about illnesses and diets. I drink a Yogi detox tea daily and told them. They suggested that I stop for awhile because the herbs are powerful, and I have. The paramedics arrived shortly afterwards and took the oxygen mask off. They said they could monitor my breathing better without it.
Jason was on the phone the entire time. I began to feel better and chose not to go to the hospital. Jason told me he was coming home even though I told him it was unnecessary. I'm glad he did because I was scared. After the paramedics left, the police came to check to see if the person had gone to the ER. I told them that it was me and no I hadn't. The policeman said I should still go because by the time symptoms appear it's too late. Of course that put me in panic mode again. Normally, I pray when things like that happen but for some reason this time I panicked. As in the above quote, I am assessing what is essential in my life and eliminating the rest. Jason stayed with me on Wednesday as well and worked from home.
On Thursday I decided fresh air was needed and walked to the store. I fixed a chicken Brunswick Stew for dinner. On Friday I tool the subway to the Harlem/African Mart on 116th Street. I love seeing all of the items and listening to the barter between merchants and customers. On Saturday I took the train to Sylvia's on 127th for chicken and waffles. I only ate the waffle; the chicken was too large and I have a thing about non organic chicken. I don't know why I even ordered it. I walked along 125th street and looked into a few of the shops. It was cold and I decided to head back to the apartment. Saturday, I went to see my grandson play basketball with his league. My, that child is tall! He's like his father. He is a very good re bounder. He scored some points and his team did win. Jason and I came back to the apartment and had dinner. We spent the rest of the evening relaxing.
Tomorrow, if the weather permits, I will meet my friend Sonya in Central Harlem for lunch or "chat and chew" as my friend Venetia says. I'm looking forward to the time together. I plan to take it easy and not let the stresses of life, daily or otherwise, overtake me. I have work to do and I plan to be here to get it done. I advise everyone to do the same. Let go of the fanfare and drama. Find out what is truly important in your life and go with the flow.
Until next Sunday,
Merry part and merry meet again,
Blessed be,
Gypsi Mama Michelle
Sunday, February 22, 2015
New York
Merry meet Friends,
Michelle here, bringing lots of love and light!
"I believe compassion to be one of the few things we can practice that will bring immediate and long term happiness to our lives. I'm not talking about the short-term gratification of pleasures like sex, drugs or gambling (though I'm not knocking them), but something that will bring true and lasting happiness. The kind that sticks." ~ Dalai Lama XIV
One of my FB friends, Nessa Crescent Moon, shared a video of a man in a town square or somewhere open. He placed a sign in front of a book bag that said, "I trust you. Do you trust me? Hug me.", he then blindfolded himself and stood waiting with outstretched arms. Many ignored him, many hugged him and many more took pictures. It moved me to tears. I find that I am moved to tears more readily now than I used to be. I cried over sentimental movies and sad songs like most people; those things that are supposed to invoke those emotions. However, instead of smiling and saying that's nice about other types of somewhat emotional situations, I now cry.
It's not a bad thing to feel compassion toward other beings which include animals too, as far as I'm concerned. Watching infomercials about the mistreatment of animals will also have me crying. I believe when I was younger that my heart was more closed because I was afraid of rejection. As I've grown older in age, wisdom and the knowledge of God/Goddess/All That Is, my heart has become more opened. I have learned that even rejection is a learning experience that can bring healing, if we allow it to do so. Sometimes it has nothing whatsoever to do with us but the other person. Either way we can become healed if we understand that, this too, is a gift. Spirit healed me from feeling rejection from my father and my mother in her womb. Rejection helps me to understand and help others.
Each day, week, month and year, we grow and learn more about ourselves. I have learned more about me in the last four years but even more in this last year. I feel as if I am becoming more of the person Spirit intended before my birth. And, of course, we have to grow into that person. I'm becoming more comfortable in my skin. I'm leaning toward a more natural, holistic way of living and expressing the ancient ways. I'm discovering more about the type of area in which I'd like to live, how I wish to dress and show up in this world. I love the energy of New York and I always have but I want a little less of the energy and cold that comes with it. I like quaintness and being able to walk to the places I frequent. I like being able to open the front door and step outside. As a younger woman I dreamed of living in NY in a condo, unmarried, no children and a career woman. Now I want to plant and grow my own food within in a city. Who knew? Certainly, not I.
On Thursday I went to Brooklyn to see my friend and fellow OSIS graduate, Rev. Iliana Delgardo. We were going out for brunch. It takes about an hour on the train. When I got off the train and walked to her house, the wind was fierce! When I arrived she asked if I would rather get a manicure, her treat. I needed one, so of course I said yes. She then told me she had an organic meal prepared: whole grain pasta with tomatoes, spinach, nuts and cheese and a raspberry chocolate gelato for dessert. Yum! We took the bus to the nail shop and walked back. I stopped in the organic store to pick up a few items then took the train back to Manhattan. My fingers, with gloves, felt frostbitten. It was extremely cold. It was just beginning to get dark when I returned to Manhattan. I can not see at night. I think I may have to see if I have cataracts and if so have them removed.
On Saturday NY was expecting snow around 2pm. Jason and I went to brunch on the upper West Side at Sarabeth's. The ambience is nice and the food was delicious. I don't eat eggs unless they're organic, cage free and vegetarian fed, if I have a choice. The eggs at Sarabeth's are all natural from a farm in Pennsylvania so I felt fine having the crabcake benedict. Then Jason and I went to the upper East Side to a few stores. We were about to head back to his apartment when he remembered he needed to go downtown to his job. It started to snow on the way, well before 2pm. By the time we arrived at the apartment, the snow was sticking. Later that night I could hear the freezing rain against window. We were warm and cozy though. Today it is somewhat cloudy and sunny at times. The temperature is supposed to be around 40 degrees so it may melt the snow.
Later this week I will try to meet another friend and fellow OSIS graduate, Rev. Sonya Brown. We were going to meet last night at the New York Open Center for an event but the weather prevented that from happening. I look forward to meeting with Sonya. She, as are most of the graduates from both seminaries, is very intuitive. I love to hear her insights and revelations. I am sure wherever we meet, the place will probably close and we may be asked to leave. Ministers tend to have quite a lot to say. The joke is, never give a minister a mic if you wish to speak again. There are others here that I wish to see before I leave. I'm leaving soon but I am returning shortly thereafter. My first year dean, Rev. Sandra Bargman, is not too far away from Jason. I will walk to see her when the weather gets a little warmer and there is no forecast of snow.
I will close as I started, with compassion. Compassion is the emotion that one feels in response to the suffering of others that motivates a desire to help. While I agree that compassion does produce a desire to help, I think sometimes we are just moved by what we hear or see. I don't know if the man in the video needed a hug, felt others needed it or both. My teary response was not so much to help but at the tenderness I saw displayed. It's the same emotion when I see the mistreatment of any being. However I do think that the response could motivate me to ask, what can I do, how can I help? I would like to be an active participant in life, not a spectator. Maya Angelou said, "My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style." I agree with you, Maya.
Until next Sunday,
Merry part and merry meet again,
Blessed be,
Gypsi Mama Michelle
Michelle here, bringing lots of love and light!
"I believe compassion to be one of the few things we can practice that will bring immediate and long term happiness to our lives. I'm not talking about the short-term gratification of pleasures like sex, drugs or gambling (though I'm not knocking them), but something that will bring true and lasting happiness. The kind that sticks." ~ Dalai Lama XIV
One of my FB friends, Nessa Crescent Moon, shared a video of a man in a town square or somewhere open. He placed a sign in front of a book bag that said, "I trust you. Do you trust me? Hug me.", he then blindfolded himself and stood waiting with outstretched arms. Many ignored him, many hugged him and many more took pictures. It moved me to tears. I find that I am moved to tears more readily now than I used to be. I cried over sentimental movies and sad songs like most people; those things that are supposed to invoke those emotions. However, instead of smiling and saying that's nice about other types of somewhat emotional situations, I now cry.
It's not a bad thing to feel compassion toward other beings which include animals too, as far as I'm concerned. Watching infomercials about the mistreatment of animals will also have me crying. I believe when I was younger that my heart was more closed because I was afraid of rejection. As I've grown older in age, wisdom and the knowledge of God/Goddess/All That Is, my heart has become more opened. I have learned that even rejection is a learning experience that can bring healing, if we allow it to do so. Sometimes it has nothing whatsoever to do with us but the other person. Either way we can become healed if we understand that, this too, is a gift. Spirit healed me from feeling rejection from my father and my mother in her womb. Rejection helps me to understand and help others.
Each day, week, month and year, we grow and learn more about ourselves. I have learned more about me in the last four years but even more in this last year. I feel as if I am becoming more of the person Spirit intended before my birth. And, of course, we have to grow into that person. I'm becoming more comfortable in my skin. I'm leaning toward a more natural, holistic way of living and expressing the ancient ways. I'm discovering more about the type of area in which I'd like to live, how I wish to dress and show up in this world. I love the energy of New York and I always have but I want a little less of the energy and cold that comes with it. I like quaintness and being able to walk to the places I frequent. I like being able to open the front door and step outside. As a younger woman I dreamed of living in NY in a condo, unmarried, no children and a career woman. Now I want to plant and grow my own food within in a city. Who knew? Certainly, not I.
On Thursday I went to Brooklyn to see my friend and fellow OSIS graduate, Rev. Iliana Delgardo. We were going out for brunch. It takes about an hour on the train. When I got off the train and walked to her house, the wind was fierce! When I arrived she asked if I would rather get a manicure, her treat. I needed one, so of course I said yes. She then told me she had an organic meal prepared: whole grain pasta with tomatoes, spinach, nuts and cheese and a raspberry chocolate gelato for dessert. Yum! We took the bus to the nail shop and walked back. I stopped in the organic store to pick up a few items then took the train back to Manhattan. My fingers, with gloves, felt frostbitten. It was extremely cold. It was just beginning to get dark when I returned to Manhattan. I can not see at night. I think I may have to see if I have cataracts and if so have them removed.
On Saturday NY was expecting snow around 2pm. Jason and I went to brunch on the upper West Side at Sarabeth's. The ambience is nice and the food was delicious. I don't eat eggs unless they're organic, cage free and vegetarian fed, if I have a choice. The eggs at Sarabeth's are all natural from a farm in Pennsylvania so I felt fine having the crabcake benedict. Then Jason and I went to the upper East Side to a few stores. We were about to head back to his apartment when he remembered he needed to go downtown to his job. It started to snow on the way, well before 2pm. By the time we arrived at the apartment, the snow was sticking. Later that night I could hear the freezing rain against window. We were warm and cozy though. Today it is somewhat cloudy and sunny at times. The temperature is supposed to be around 40 degrees so it may melt the snow.
Later this week I will try to meet another friend and fellow OSIS graduate, Rev. Sonya Brown. We were going to meet last night at the New York Open Center for an event but the weather prevented that from happening. I look forward to meeting with Sonya. She, as are most of the graduates from both seminaries, is very intuitive. I love to hear her insights and revelations. I am sure wherever we meet, the place will probably close and we may be asked to leave. Ministers tend to have quite a lot to say. The joke is, never give a minister a mic if you wish to speak again. There are others here that I wish to see before I leave. I'm leaving soon but I am returning shortly thereafter. My first year dean, Rev. Sandra Bargman, is not too far away from Jason. I will walk to see her when the weather gets a little warmer and there is no forecast of snow.
I will close as I started, with compassion. Compassion is the emotion that one feels in response to the suffering of others that motivates a desire to help. While I agree that compassion does produce a desire to help, I think sometimes we are just moved by what we hear or see. I don't know if the man in the video needed a hug, felt others needed it or both. My teary response was not so much to help but at the tenderness I saw displayed. It's the same emotion when I see the mistreatment of any being. However I do think that the response could motivate me to ask, what can I do, how can I help? I would like to be an active participant in life, not a spectator. Maya Angelou said, "My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style." I agree with you, Maya.
Until next Sunday,
Merry part and merry meet again,
Blessed be,
Gypsi Mama Michelle
Sunday, February 15, 2015
New York
Merry meet Friends!
Michelle here, bringing lots of love and light!
"I don't think I'd be happy if I were satisfied. I enjoy challenge. And I wouldn't say that I'm an ambitious person career wise or financially. Really. I would like to travel more comfortably. But that's really about all I need." ~ Jason Isbell
So I've just ended my first week in New York. I've been helping my son by getting the apartment in order. I have unpacked, put away, rearranged, thrown away and cleaned. Jason sat on the new sofa last night and said how the place now felt like an apartment. He was mainly using it to shower, change and sleep. I think he will now be more inclined to use it as a retreat from the outside world. The first day that I rearranged things to make room for the sofa, he came in from work and said, "Oh I see you've been decorating. I feel a little discombobulated." I laughed. I love to decorate and it feels good to help him. Before the sofa arrived on Saturday, I placed the air mattress on the wall that I thought would best fit the sofa. Jason wanted it elsewhere. When he saw the air mattress on the wall he liked it. Needless to say that's where the sofa is. Sometimes we have to let them see for themselves.
I had several outings last week. However I didn't venture out except for the store. I DO NOT LIKE COLD WEATHER! I also had plenty to do here and not being that familiar with the area, I didn't want to be out after dark. But it really was more the cold weather. I have outings again this week but I think I will brave the weather and go out. I do wish to see my friends and family. Growing up in Richmond, VA, the weather never seemed to be extremely cold or hot. Like Goldilocks, it always seemed just right. Yes, there were cold and hot days but they weren't unbearable. Having traveled to other places, I realized that Richmond's weather is better than some and not as good as others. But to me, now, it is also cold; though not as cold as NY. I like Spring like temperatures and want that always. I don't believe that I would miss Winter.
The restlessness is overtaking me again. I think, for me anyway, that I look forward to being in a place or starting new things but once I've learned the thing or have done what I came to do, wanderlust sets in once again. I know how to be content in situations in which I find myself; I just adapt. So the question becomes, why doesn't the contentment last? What's inside of me that keeps me looking, longing, wondering, etc.? It's not that I am always unhappy in situations; no, it's more like something calls to me and I must answer. It is like something says, "Time's up" and I'm gone before I leave. I tell myself that I don't want to be restless but I'm lying to myself. Let me explain. I don't necessarily like the feeling of restlessness but I do like wondering and wandering. I have always been curious. I guess curiosity wins over not liking the feeling of restlessness. Sometimes I feel as if I didn't complete something in a past life. (Yes, I do believe in past lives.) Perhaps this is why I wander. I am looking for something and I'm not sure what it is.
Sometimes I say to myself, "Why can't I be like other people and settle down?" But I'm not other people, I am Me! I have to accept all of me, the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful parts of me that make a whole. When I was raising my children, I wanted to be the best mom that I knew how to be. I was content in that role at that time. Oh, I still would get that far away look in my eyes and hear the call of the wild but I knew that motherhood was the role I was cast in at that time. I think I played it well. They say so anyway. Now I'm playing the role of the Gypsy Wanderer. I like this role. The world really is a stage (thank you Shakespeare) and we are the players. We all act out the assigned roles we have been given. At some point in our lives, a particular play closes and we "audition" for another. Sometimes we choose the role and sometimes it's chosen for us. But even in the ones chosen for us, we have a choice as to whether we act it out or not.
Even now, though I plan to be here until the end of the month, I hear the call of the wild. In my spirit I an on the next adventure, even though I don't know what or where it is. Sometimes not knowing will get to me even though not knowing is the thrill. It is scary but in an exciting way. When I visited my daughter in DC and now visiting here, I sometimes think that I want to settle down and get a place. I do love to decorate and have my things speaking to me. But I can sense or discern that now is not the time. I am learning though all of this to lighten my load. I am learning that I don't need as much as I think I need. It is hard when packing to try and think about weather in different places and how to dress. Thank Spirit for leggings. We can dress them up or down. I remember when I visited my friend Cher in NY in 2004. Cher travels a lot and told me she packed lightly in black and/or white; tops, skirts, pants and added scarfs. One is always ready for anything. I still do over pack, Cher. LOL
As I await the next "call of the wild", I will enjoy my time here knowing that it will be over all too soon. I will arrive at the next destination wondering why I'm there and if it's not the place to settle, I will hear the call to wander again and again, until I hear it no more.
Until next Sunday,
Merry part and merry meet again,
Blessed be,
Gypsi Mama Michelle
Michelle here, bringing lots of love and light!
"I don't think I'd be happy if I were satisfied. I enjoy challenge. And I wouldn't say that I'm an ambitious person career wise or financially. Really. I would like to travel more comfortably. But that's really about all I need." ~ Jason Isbell
So I've just ended my first week in New York. I've been helping my son by getting the apartment in order. I have unpacked, put away, rearranged, thrown away and cleaned. Jason sat on the new sofa last night and said how the place now felt like an apartment. He was mainly using it to shower, change and sleep. I think he will now be more inclined to use it as a retreat from the outside world. The first day that I rearranged things to make room for the sofa, he came in from work and said, "Oh I see you've been decorating. I feel a little discombobulated." I laughed. I love to decorate and it feels good to help him. Before the sofa arrived on Saturday, I placed the air mattress on the wall that I thought would best fit the sofa. Jason wanted it elsewhere. When he saw the air mattress on the wall he liked it. Needless to say that's where the sofa is. Sometimes we have to let them see for themselves.
I had several outings last week. However I didn't venture out except for the store. I DO NOT LIKE COLD WEATHER! I also had plenty to do here and not being that familiar with the area, I didn't want to be out after dark. But it really was more the cold weather. I have outings again this week but I think I will brave the weather and go out. I do wish to see my friends and family. Growing up in Richmond, VA, the weather never seemed to be extremely cold or hot. Like Goldilocks, it always seemed just right. Yes, there were cold and hot days but they weren't unbearable. Having traveled to other places, I realized that Richmond's weather is better than some and not as good as others. But to me, now, it is also cold; though not as cold as NY. I like Spring like temperatures and want that always. I don't believe that I would miss Winter.
The restlessness is overtaking me again. I think, for me anyway, that I look forward to being in a place or starting new things but once I've learned the thing or have done what I came to do, wanderlust sets in once again. I know how to be content in situations in which I find myself; I just adapt. So the question becomes, why doesn't the contentment last? What's inside of me that keeps me looking, longing, wondering, etc.? It's not that I am always unhappy in situations; no, it's more like something calls to me and I must answer. It is like something says, "Time's up" and I'm gone before I leave. I tell myself that I don't want to be restless but I'm lying to myself. Let me explain. I don't necessarily like the feeling of restlessness but I do like wondering and wandering. I have always been curious. I guess curiosity wins over not liking the feeling of restlessness. Sometimes I feel as if I didn't complete something in a past life. (Yes, I do believe in past lives.) Perhaps this is why I wander. I am looking for something and I'm not sure what it is.
Sometimes I say to myself, "Why can't I be like other people and settle down?" But I'm not other people, I am Me! I have to accept all of me, the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful parts of me that make a whole. When I was raising my children, I wanted to be the best mom that I knew how to be. I was content in that role at that time. Oh, I still would get that far away look in my eyes and hear the call of the wild but I knew that motherhood was the role I was cast in at that time. I think I played it well. They say so anyway. Now I'm playing the role of the Gypsy Wanderer. I like this role. The world really is a stage (thank you Shakespeare) and we are the players. We all act out the assigned roles we have been given. At some point in our lives, a particular play closes and we "audition" for another. Sometimes we choose the role and sometimes it's chosen for us. But even in the ones chosen for us, we have a choice as to whether we act it out or not.
Even now, though I plan to be here until the end of the month, I hear the call of the wild. In my spirit I an on the next adventure, even though I don't know what or where it is. Sometimes not knowing will get to me even though not knowing is the thrill. It is scary but in an exciting way. When I visited my daughter in DC and now visiting here, I sometimes think that I want to settle down and get a place. I do love to decorate and have my things speaking to me. But I can sense or discern that now is not the time. I am learning though all of this to lighten my load. I am learning that I don't need as much as I think I need. It is hard when packing to try and think about weather in different places and how to dress. Thank Spirit for leggings. We can dress them up or down. I remember when I visited my friend Cher in NY in 2004. Cher travels a lot and told me she packed lightly in black and/or white; tops, skirts, pants and added scarfs. One is always ready for anything. I still do over pack, Cher. LOL
As I await the next "call of the wild", I will enjoy my time here knowing that it will be over all too soon. I will arrive at the next destination wondering why I'm there and if it's not the place to settle, I will hear the call to wander again and again, until I hear it no more.
Until next Sunday,
Merry part and merry meet again,
Blessed be,
Gypsi Mama Michelle
Monday, February 9, 2015
Washington DC/New York
Merry meet Friends!
Michelle here, bringing lots of love and light!
"I'm unpredictable, I never know where I'm going until I get there, I'm so random, I'm always growing, learning, changing, I'm never the same person twice. But one thing you can be sure of about me; is I will always do exactly what I want to do." ~ C. JoyBell C.
"Faith means living with uncertainty - feeling your way through life, letting your heart guide you like a lantern in the dark." ~ Dan Millman
I went back to DC for three days and then I left for NY on Saturday. Although I traveled by Greyhound, I did not have any unusual happenings on the buses. However I did have something to occur before I got on the bus to NY from DC. When I left DC for VA, I didn't take my suitcase, I just carried a duffel bag because I knew I would be bringing a suitcase back. Having no idea where I'm headed after NY, I had to be prepared for any weather and so I packed accordingly. I transferred things from the suitcase in DC to the larger one and still had to leave some items at my daughter's house.
My bus to NY was scheduled to leave at 2:10pm. When the attendant weighed my bag it was over by 14lbs. The weight limit is 50. The clerk told me that I had time to do whatever needed to be done because the bus wasn't there. It was 2pm. I also found out that particular bus wasn't an express and I would have to change in Baltimore. I caught my daughter before she left because I didn't know if I needed to leave more items. We shifted some things into my book bag and I carried some others. The only thing I put back into the car was a pair of booties. My daughter went with me into the station area just in case I was still over the limit. I was over by 5lbs but the manager said it was fine. The clerk put the label on my bag and I went out to the bus. BUS WAS GONE! I went back inside very frustrated, to say the least! The manager told the clerk to put me on the 4pm express because the 3pm was also local and would arrive later than the 4pm. It cost more for express but I wasn't charged because it was their fault. By the way, it would have cost $30 for the weight overage. No thank you!
I told my daughter that I would just wait. I didn't want to go back to the apartment and come back again. I sent her to the car, however, to get my booties. I also put the things back into my suitcase. It was easier for me to carry that way. The bus was a Peter Pan Bus. I had a seat alone and we arrived 30 minutes ahead of schedule. The reason that I was concerned about getting to NY later is because I was attending a Meet, Mingle and Wine at a new friend's apartment in Harlem. The event started at 8pm and she was giving a speech. I had to go to my son's apartment and get the key, change and put on makeup, etc. I felt I would arrive too late. I called Gina and she said it was fine. Finally, I left for her place. My son moved and so I was not as familiar with this area. The subway was up the street and her stop was only two stops away. I walked about 6 blocks from the train to her place. By the time I climbed the 5 fights of stairs, it was 10pm.
Gina Desire is a new Haitian friend that I met on FB, along with several others. This was an event for us to meet and get acquainted. Everyone is Haitian or Haitian American like me. Her home is warm and inviting. Gina prepared dishes in the Haitian way. She even made considerations for those of us who don't eat red meat or pork. Gina prepared goat, chicken, fish, Haitian mac and cheese, salad and a black rice and shrimp dish. OH MY GAWD! My favorite was the rice and shrimp dish. An assortment of desserts and wine rounded it out. I did not drink any wine. I was concerned about walking back to the train alone at a much later time in an area that I know somewhat, but is not completely familiar. The conversation was lively. Everyone was very accepting and welcoming. I knew they would all be younger than I, but that didn't matter. Once they found out that I had not been to Haiti but that I have relatives there, they encouraged me to go.
We spoke about the way Haitians are depicted in the media. We all know the media is slanted so that we see what they want us to see. Haiti is beautiful and when one steps onto the island, one feels the connection with the land. I was told that now when you book flights from NY to Haiti, (post earthquake), the plane is full of Europeans. Europeans are buying some of the islands and turning them into resorts. I wish Haitians and Haitian Americans would collectively buy property there as well. Flights at this time aren't expensive and so I will definitely look into going. Gina told me that in the Haitian culture when guests are invited to one's home and don't offer to help with anything, they are talked about and not invited back. As I left, I remembered this and came back into the hall and shouted, "Gina, do you need any help?, I want to come back!" They all laughed. My son met me downstairs and we took a taxi back to his place. I would have loved to stay longer but once he arrived I thought it better to not walk alone. I do plan to see Gina again before I leave.
I have no idea where I'm headed after NY, I'm leaving that to Spirit. Spirit ordained DC and NY due to some unfortunate incidents in VA. But I like the unpredictable way of being and living by faith. I wish I had the money to go along with this lifestyle. Perhaps with faith an abundance of money is not needed; maybe all that's needed is faith that what one needs, one will have when needed. I also like Spring weather and NY has freezing rain now and snow later today. But this is the Gypsy life, we go with the flow. While here, in addition to seeing my friends from Seminary and family, I will put my son's apartment in order. He's been so busy with work and church, he hasn't had time. So since I love to decorate, I will. Spirit knew what needed to be done.
When I visit people in their homes I sometimes feel the pull to settle and get a place because as stated, I do like to decorate. The thing is that I haven't found anywhere that feels like home yet. Well, I guess it's because I have yet to travel many places. As long as I am able to travel I will do so, knowing home is where my heart is. So many people say to me they wish they could chuck everything and just be free. I didn't choose this though, it chose me. But, like Rosa Parks said, "I would like to be remembered as a person who wanted to be free...so other people would be also free." I am about this life! Happy Black History Month!
Until next Sunday,
Merry part and merry meet again,
Blessed be,
Gypsi Mama Michelle
Michelle here, bringing lots of love and light!
"I'm unpredictable, I never know where I'm going until I get there, I'm so random, I'm always growing, learning, changing, I'm never the same person twice. But one thing you can be sure of about me; is I will always do exactly what I want to do." ~ C. JoyBell C.
"Faith means living with uncertainty - feeling your way through life, letting your heart guide you like a lantern in the dark." ~ Dan Millman
I went back to DC for three days and then I left for NY on Saturday. Although I traveled by Greyhound, I did not have any unusual happenings on the buses. However I did have something to occur before I got on the bus to NY from DC. When I left DC for VA, I didn't take my suitcase, I just carried a duffel bag because I knew I would be bringing a suitcase back. Having no idea where I'm headed after NY, I had to be prepared for any weather and so I packed accordingly. I transferred things from the suitcase in DC to the larger one and still had to leave some items at my daughter's house.
My bus to NY was scheduled to leave at 2:10pm. When the attendant weighed my bag it was over by 14lbs. The weight limit is 50. The clerk told me that I had time to do whatever needed to be done because the bus wasn't there. It was 2pm. I also found out that particular bus wasn't an express and I would have to change in Baltimore. I caught my daughter before she left because I didn't know if I needed to leave more items. We shifted some things into my book bag and I carried some others. The only thing I put back into the car was a pair of booties. My daughter went with me into the station area just in case I was still over the limit. I was over by 5lbs but the manager said it was fine. The clerk put the label on my bag and I went out to the bus. BUS WAS GONE! I went back inside very frustrated, to say the least! The manager told the clerk to put me on the 4pm express because the 3pm was also local and would arrive later than the 4pm. It cost more for express but I wasn't charged because it was their fault. By the way, it would have cost $30 for the weight overage. No thank you!
I told my daughter that I would just wait. I didn't want to go back to the apartment and come back again. I sent her to the car, however, to get my booties. I also put the things back into my suitcase. It was easier for me to carry that way. The bus was a Peter Pan Bus. I had a seat alone and we arrived 30 minutes ahead of schedule. The reason that I was concerned about getting to NY later is because I was attending a Meet, Mingle and Wine at a new friend's apartment in Harlem. The event started at 8pm and she was giving a speech. I had to go to my son's apartment and get the key, change and put on makeup, etc. I felt I would arrive too late. I called Gina and she said it was fine. Finally, I left for her place. My son moved and so I was not as familiar with this area. The subway was up the street and her stop was only two stops away. I walked about 6 blocks from the train to her place. By the time I climbed the 5 fights of stairs, it was 10pm.
Gina Desire is a new Haitian friend that I met on FB, along with several others. This was an event for us to meet and get acquainted. Everyone is Haitian or Haitian American like me. Her home is warm and inviting. Gina prepared dishes in the Haitian way. She even made considerations for those of us who don't eat red meat or pork. Gina prepared goat, chicken, fish, Haitian mac and cheese, salad and a black rice and shrimp dish. OH MY GAWD! My favorite was the rice and shrimp dish. An assortment of desserts and wine rounded it out. I did not drink any wine. I was concerned about walking back to the train alone at a much later time in an area that I know somewhat, but is not completely familiar. The conversation was lively. Everyone was very accepting and welcoming. I knew they would all be younger than I, but that didn't matter. Once they found out that I had not been to Haiti but that I have relatives there, they encouraged me to go.
We spoke about the way Haitians are depicted in the media. We all know the media is slanted so that we see what they want us to see. Haiti is beautiful and when one steps onto the island, one feels the connection with the land. I was told that now when you book flights from NY to Haiti, (post earthquake), the plane is full of Europeans. Europeans are buying some of the islands and turning them into resorts. I wish Haitians and Haitian Americans would collectively buy property there as well. Flights at this time aren't expensive and so I will definitely look into going. Gina told me that in the Haitian culture when guests are invited to one's home and don't offer to help with anything, they are talked about and not invited back. As I left, I remembered this and came back into the hall and shouted, "Gina, do you need any help?, I want to come back!" They all laughed. My son met me downstairs and we took a taxi back to his place. I would have loved to stay longer but once he arrived I thought it better to not walk alone. I do plan to see Gina again before I leave.
I have no idea where I'm headed after NY, I'm leaving that to Spirit. Spirit ordained DC and NY due to some unfortunate incidents in VA. But I like the unpredictable way of being and living by faith. I wish I had the money to go along with this lifestyle. Perhaps with faith an abundance of money is not needed; maybe all that's needed is faith that what one needs, one will have when needed. I also like Spring weather and NY has freezing rain now and snow later today. But this is the Gypsy life, we go with the flow. While here, in addition to seeing my friends from Seminary and family, I will put my son's apartment in order. He's been so busy with work and church, he hasn't had time. So since I love to decorate, I will. Spirit knew what needed to be done.
When I visit people in their homes I sometimes feel the pull to settle and get a place because as stated, I do like to decorate. The thing is that I haven't found anywhere that feels like home yet. Well, I guess it's because I have yet to travel many places. As long as I am able to travel I will do so, knowing home is where my heart is. So many people say to me they wish they could chuck everything and just be free. I didn't choose this though, it chose me. But, like Rosa Parks said, "I would like to be remembered as a person who wanted to be free...so other people would be also free." I am about this life! Happy Black History Month!
Until next Sunday,
Merry part and merry meet again,
Blessed be,
Gypsi Mama Michelle
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Washington, DC/Richmomd, VA
Merry meet Friends,
Michelle here, bringing lots of love and light!
"When all the world appears to be in a tumult, and nature itself is feeling the assault of climate change, the seasons retain their essential rhythm. Yes, fall gives us a premonition of winter, but then, winter, will be forced to relent, once again, to the new beginnings of soft greens, longer light, and the sweet air of spring." ~ Madeleine M. Kunin
Tomorrow February 2, is Imbolc in the Northern Hemisphere. Imbolc is the midway point between Winter and Spring or the Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox. It is one of the four Celtic "Fire Festivals", commemorating the changing of the Goddess from the Crone to the Maiden. Usually, it is when the first signs of Spring are noted. Yes, even with frost on the ground or snow, the first signs of Spring are here if we take notice; longer light, some budding, etc. Imbolc reminds us of the passing of Winter and the entrance into Spring. This is a good time for initiations.
One of the definitions of initiation is: the action of beginning something. Typically initiations are done with some sort of ritual. Rituals can be as simple or as complex as one wishes. Simply lighting a candle and stating or writing down your intentions for whatever is beginning, is a ritual. When Spring enters, our thoughts often turn to newness so it seems appropriate to begin something. I've been asking myself, what would I like to initiate in my life? What has been stirring within me that I want to see blossom into fullness? I'm not content with the mundane. I want my life to be lived with conscious purpose and significance.
The beginning of one thing is sometimes the ending of another. If we decide to eat healthy nutritious foods and exercise, we are ending a lifestyle of unhealthy eating and being sedentary, for example. Endings beget beginnings. At the moment, we find ourselves in a transitional state. Winter is not over and Spring has not begun, but we are midway there. For those who are prone to dally with starting something new, this is an excellent time to begin the thought process; to initiate one's self into the adventure of beginning. I am sure everyone has thought about making changes in life. Take the time and begin to begin. Contemplate what would have to happen to make you your best self for now.
This past week was spent in Washington, DC with my youngest daughter, Tiffany. I had to return to Richmond for a visit with my oncologist. I now only have to see him once a year instead of every six months. Grateful! Having to see him every six months made it more difficult to travel further than the East Coast. I'm headed back to DC than I'm off to NY to spend some time with my youngest son, Jason. I have many friends in NY and plan to visit with them while there. Through Facebook, I have met some Haitian sisters and brothers. Some live in NY and I plan to visit them as well. I am half Haitian but I don't know the culture or foods because my father and mother divorced when I was younger. I only know what I've read, so it will be a wonderful experience for me to discover more of my roots. Learning about my ancestry is an initiation of sorts for me. Who knows what I might discover?
In the month that Spring officially begins, I will head off to parts unknown. I am inviting new adventures into my life and I'm looking forward to them. I've been feeling very alone lately. I know that I am not but it's what I've been feeling. I pay attention to my feelings and sit with them. I'm not a fan of stuffing them beneath the surface. They always resurface anyway and sometimes at the most inopportune times. And so, as I sit and reflect and participate in Nessa Crescent Moon's Sacred Hearth Experiential, many feelings have surfaced. This may be a great time for me to write poetry. That has always been a way for me to get in touch with my feelings.
Mercury is in retrograde until February 11th, I believe. Hurray when it leaves! This retrograde prompts one to re-evaluate, renovate, re-form, and re-invent. We feel extra sensitive, sometimes psychic. We notice everything now! It is easy to make mistakes and misread another's communications. Mercury retrograde can have us second guessing ourselves, so be careful in business deals. Wherever Mercury resides in our natal chart will cause us to question everything. I am sure I'm feeling what I'm feeling due to this retrograde. Mercury is in Capricorn in my natal chart. Some of the attributes of that: notices everything, reflective, deep thinker, undertakes lengthy studies. I'm in overload! It helps to know this because it won't allow me to get too caught up in my feelings. Thank God/Goddess/All That Is for giving us the sun, moon and planets to aid us.
I'm looking forward to Spring and new growth, in the earth in general and the earth which is me, in particular. Keep evolving, keep growing, keep being.
Until next Sunday,
Merry part and merry meet again,
Blessed be,
Gypsi Mama Michelle
Michelle here, bringing lots of love and light!
"When all the world appears to be in a tumult, and nature itself is feeling the assault of climate change, the seasons retain their essential rhythm. Yes, fall gives us a premonition of winter, but then, winter, will be forced to relent, once again, to the new beginnings of soft greens, longer light, and the sweet air of spring." ~ Madeleine M. Kunin
Tomorrow February 2, is Imbolc in the Northern Hemisphere. Imbolc is the midway point between Winter and Spring or the Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox. It is one of the four Celtic "Fire Festivals", commemorating the changing of the Goddess from the Crone to the Maiden. Usually, it is when the first signs of Spring are noted. Yes, even with frost on the ground or snow, the first signs of Spring are here if we take notice; longer light, some budding, etc. Imbolc reminds us of the passing of Winter and the entrance into Spring. This is a good time for initiations.
One of the definitions of initiation is: the action of beginning something. Typically initiations are done with some sort of ritual. Rituals can be as simple or as complex as one wishes. Simply lighting a candle and stating or writing down your intentions for whatever is beginning, is a ritual. When Spring enters, our thoughts often turn to newness so it seems appropriate to begin something. I've been asking myself, what would I like to initiate in my life? What has been stirring within me that I want to see blossom into fullness? I'm not content with the mundane. I want my life to be lived with conscious purpose and significance.
The beginning of one thing is sometimes the ending of another. If we decide to eat healthy nutritious foods and exercise, we are ending a lifestyle of unhealthy eating and being sedentary, for example. Endings beget beginnings. At the moment, we find ourselves in a transitional state. Winter is not over and Spring has not begun, but we are midway there. For those who are prone to dally with starting something new, this is an excellent time to begin the thought process; to initiate one's self into the adventure of beginning. I am sure everyone has thought about making changes in life. Take the time and begin to begin. Contemplate what would have to happen to make you your best self for now.
This past week was spent in Washington, DC with my youngest daughter, Tiffany. I had to return to Richmond for a visit with my oncologist. I now only have to see him once a year instead of every six months. Grateful! Having to see him every six months made it more difficult to travel further than the East Coast. I'm headed back to DC than I'm off to NY to spend some time with my youngest son, Jason. I have many friends in NY and plan to visit with them while there. Through Facebook, I have met some Haitian sisters and brothers. Some live in NY and I plan to visit them as well. I am half Haitian but I don't know the culture or foods because my father and mother divorced when I was younger. I only know what I've read, so it will be a wonderful experience for me to discover more of my roots. Learning about my ancestry is an initiation of sorts for me. Who knows what I might discover?
In the month that Spring officially begins, I will head off to parts unknown. I am inviting new adventures into my life and I'm looking forward to them. I've been feeling very alone lately. I know that I am not but it's what I've been feeling. I pay attention to my feelings and sit with them. I'm not a fan of stuffing them beneath the surface. They always resurface anyway and sometimes at the most inopportune times. And so, as I sit and reflect and participate in Nessa Crescent Moon's Sacred Hearth Experiential, many feelings have surfaced. This may be a great time for me to write poetry. That has always been a way for me to get in touch with my feelings.
Mercury is in retrograde until February 11th, I believe. Hurray when it leaves! This retrograde prompts one to re-evaluate, renovate, re-form, and re-invent. We feel extra sensitive, sometimes psychic. We notice everything now! It is easy to make mistakes and misread another's communications. Mercury retrograde can have us second guessing ourselves, so be careful in business deals. Wherever Mercury resides in our natal chart will cause us to question everything. I am sure I'm feeling what I'm feeling due to this retrograde. Mercury is in Capricorn in my natal chart. Some of the attributes of that: notices everything, reflective, deep thinker, undertakes lengthy studies. I'm in overload! It helps to know this because it won't allow me to get too caught up in my feelings. Thank God/Goddess/All That Is for giving us the sun, moon and planets to aid us.
I'm looking forward to Spring and new growth, in the earth in general and the earth which is me, in particular. Keep evolving, keep growing, keep being.
Until next Sunday,
Merry part and merry meet again,
Blessed be,
Gypsi Mama Michelle
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