More music please

These are not Christmas songs  no These aren’t Christmas songs – but I had so much fun with them and wanna share them just the same.  How you like them

As long as he needs me

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_758595542

Once upon A December

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1343390626

Love like crazy

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1343312181

Last midnight

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1070590655

Creulla devil

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_671122470

Hit me with your best shot

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1153279750

Bless this broken road

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1131867093

You’ve got a friend in me (Jamillia and Bina Bina)

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1064338306

Wicked witch

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_954728519

That’s how you know

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_899682421

The glory of love

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_618100269

Return to me

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_609299639

Pure imagination

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_606943660

Gone too soon

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_582255114

That way again

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_582133409

The house that built me

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_572770724

Wishin and hopin

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_475291204

Okay that’s a ton… I get so excited lol

Let me know what you think

Happy Christmas

Get ready for some fun and awesome songs coming your way

What child is this

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1854820165

My grown up Christmas wish

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1874557718

Little drummer boy

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1874544687

Hallelujah (one of my favorites)

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1874521938

Rudolph

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1874500898

Jingle bell rock

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1854802413

Do you hear what i hear

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1839276504

Santa Claus is coming to town 

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1839258934

Last Christmas

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1839224304

Ave Maria

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1834835068

Where are you Christmas

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1822492185

Count your blessings

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1817016701

Blue Christmas

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1816896221

Sleigh Ride 

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1816868146

White Christmas

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1816839576

The Christmas song 

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1816819839

R&B style of  The Christmas song

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1783472526

God rest ye merry gentleman

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1816781594

Mary did you know

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1816737602

You raise me up

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1804470491

Over you

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_582208639

Christmas shoes 

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1804460257

Sisters (Bri & Jami) 

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1792571529

Merry Christmas darling

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1783438165

Oh holy night

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1783399056

Wish you were here

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1467121505

My favorite things

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_1464827683

Santa you’re too… 

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_838944506

Love you didn’t do right by me

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_823862914

If you just believe

http://www.smule.com/p/581355360_823294349

The Enemy

The President is not the enemy

The democrats are not the enemy

The republicans are not the enemy

The police are not the enemy

The black people are not the enemy

The white people are not the enemy

Sun glasses are not the enemy

Scarves are not the enemy

Tattoos,  guns,  people who smoke or swear,  dresses,  mustaches,  the skinny, the fat, praying too much,  praying too little,  not praying at all, being gay,  being straight,  being Christian,  not being Christian,  being well,  being sick…is not the enemy

4 those who struggle

For my friends that are struggling with incredibly difficult emotions right now. Fighting the emotions because they are so BIG and you’re afraid of what will happen… 
I got this way too often.  
My advice,  is to sit with them. 
I know it sucks.  But sit with them.  Feel them out, each nook any cranny .  
Scream into a pillow,  kick at the floor,  cry and yell! Throw a tantrum because it’s not fair,  it isn’t right,  and you are hurt,  angry,  sad,  etc. …
Do it.  
Get It Out!!!!!   
Allow yourself to feel it.  
I hate this – by the way.  When my psychologist suggested it I was furious with him… He didn’t understand,  or so I thought.  
So,  I struggled and fought both the feelings and him.  
Then one day, I did it.  

I made sure my space was secured,  and let it in.  Felt it,  really felt it.  
That has made all the difference in my recovery.  
So hate it!! 

Hate the feelings!! 

Hate the overwhelm,  

Hate the reasons,  

Hate the sun for still shining,  

Hate the world for still turning,  

Hate the wind for still blowing when you feel like your inner world has come crashing to a complete halt and no one else seems to notice, or understand… 
Hate me for suggesting it!!!
But,  do it anyways.  Be angry and upset.  

Get it out of you!! 
Of all the people in your life that deserve to heal,  YOU DO!!! Make it okay,  give yourself the damn permission to be as you are.  
I’m glad you are 
Who you are.  And I’m grateful for all my friends,  wherever you are.

Respect

Respect is granted double by the one who knows your worth and can disagree with your opinions at the same time!!!

– Olivia Bourgeois

I used to be no one

Imagine, being without friends, without family, being alone in the world, nothing to call your own, no place to belong…Being treated as if you were a burden no matter where you went… How would you perceive the world? What could things like Thanksgiving and Christmas mean to you if you spent them in the cold feeling shunned and completely alone? 

 I counted each kindnesses.  I based my worth on how I was treated because I had no other basis for comparison.  I was odd because I was never completely accepted, so I thought.  

Living on the streets, whether by choice or not, gives both a meaningful – meaningless and desperation to life.  You can’t know what it’s like unless you have been there.  
The holidays that many of us celebrate bring us joy, family togetherness, laughter, and love.  That is especially and dauntingly an Exceptional Gift.  

For me, and the mostly un noticed others, it has been validation of my obviously different and therefore lower value to the ones who had the warmth of family, cars, homes, and social lives.  Whether it’s physical, emotional, or mental limitations…or any combination thereof, not all are strong enough to endure another season in stinging rebuke and painful isolation.  
This winter season, I emplore those of you who are able and know or at least recognize that you are blessed and have many reasons to be grateful to reach beyond your fear and your pride and help to warm the hearts and souls of the  ones Outside that long so much to be Inside.  Without the ones who’ve done and still do this for me, I am certain I would never have made it this far…

I have hope because they had hope.  When I couldn’t believe because my cup was empty, they filled my cup from theirs.  It’s simple for many to give but for ones like me, who have been used to the wanting it’s difficult to understand the need to ask for assistance.  

You will know when you can help.  My desire is that you’ll be open and willing when that time comes.  There are some that only You can touch.  There are some that only You can set upon the path towards warmth and seeking the light.  There are some that need the hope that only You can give. I pray that when that time comes…
 You will.
-Pour votre santé et votre Paix, (To your health and peace)

Today I’m someone.  I’m a girlfriend,  a sister,  a daughter,  and yes even a mother. 

I’m someone because someone loved me. 

We continue

The purest love is the love that is shown for who we are now,  in this moment.  We all have potential but  loving who someone could be is not loving them as they are.  Believe it or not but love in its pure form is the most powerful love of all.

Cut Roses Bleed

All alone, in the corners of your mind
It’s eerie and placid, cold and confined
So many visions remain unopened
Pandora’s dream makes for a singular simple token
The evil that all mankind can do
Rests in the mirror between the reflection and you
Visions are more than your predestined path
They are experiences that were bread in you from your past
A rose cut in its tender hour then grafted amongst the weeds
Cannot give birth to a different flower in spite of how she bleeds

– Sabrina Malan

A simple thought

We are in trouble if we don’t own our shyt. It’s a simple thing to say. But a very different thing to practice. The idea in my mind is that we all have our own crap, right? So we can either take it and use it as fertilizer and plant seeds of love, courage, faith, and … Then tend to them as each one grows
OR
We marinate in the stench of our own wretchedness while blaming the world for our discontent.

The choice ultimately is owned to the individual.  The choice belongs to you and me.

Read this aloud as you Repeat after me,  ”The decision is mine and mine alone.”