Tag: Influence

Song Inspired; Home!

When I think of home, I don’t think of a place, without knowing love occupies a space. Deep within the crevices of my soul, love fills up the cavities, letting a heart feel at home. Tomorrow has a deceptive destination, the heart again and again finding out that it’s today, to again live free. If we’re not careful, we can find our well being in a place where brokenness takes up space, within the shape of one’s heart. Home, a place where palpably there’s an overflowing of love. Whenever the day becomes long and distracting, we wish to be at home, overwhelmed with its loving feeling. Wind makes tall grass bend, but in leaning, sway gives you its reason; warmth has a distinct season. When one’s soul longs to be home, one’s yearning enters into the space, where one’s heart can receive of love’s unbridled comfort. For in that moment without warning raindrops fall, and in its solace you feel of love’s reign, its sublime meaning. For the days that weigh heavily on your mind, mundane feelings trying to seep bitterly into your soul. In that moment, I know, know the where my thoughts end up being, of home. You see, if one’s heart isn’t careful, your mind can end up wandering between aimless spaces. A place where sometimes, living doesn’t feel like a brand new world, stepping out of your comfort zone. But yet the days, when step by step love’s journey is being confident, your heart living its best life. Knowing the intimate balance to live, love, laugh. Living encouraged of its seal, loving emboldened of its zeal, laughing persuaded that it’s real. The look inside one’s soul, the search of one’s heart, to see if there’s still room? Love and affection convincing time to slow down for just a moment, to allow your heart enough time to grow, heartily strengthened!

*** Whitney Houston’s version of the song “Home,” originated from the musical The Wiz, showcasing her vocal prowess and emotional depth. The song was famously performed on The Merv Griffin Show in 1983, marking a pivotal moment that introduced her to a wider audience. The lyrics of “Home” speak of longing for a place of love, peace, and belonging. Since 2018, and every year since, I’ve taken one of her songs and written a post on or near her birthday, to commemorate her life and legacy. ***

Home Video: https://images.app.goo.gl/YdCZTBgN83TMbSDP9

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Cultural Vibes!

Dearest Joy, DJ, run the riddim; sway my heart with the breadth of love’s sweet, sweet melody. DJ, the depth of your beat is so moving; simply groovy. Hey, DJ, the echo of your rhythm is extraordinary, so intoxicating. Stir it Up, my soul never left shaken, just my heart stirred. Oh DJ, the essence of your intimacy has a beautiful sound; its rhyme has no bounds. My soul could never deny, your sway my heart does prove, your rhythmic groove has deepened my muse, pleasure beyond a cultural vibe. DJ, you have the ticket to my heart, love’s progressive notion, swaying my heart and soul within its simplistic motion. Oh my soul, stop grooving and fall in line, my heart must always take the lead. What’s a groovy moment, if you can’t dig it; Get down on it, and Rock Away. Oh DJ, me love you long time, and my heart is Jammin; bubbling and rising up the top of one hundred. Run di track, play my heart some Jamdown anthem, bless up with ah little Caribbean style and flavor. DJ, don’t let my soul catch its breath, until my heart’s groovily free, able to frolic breathlessly. Let everybody get in ah di groove, give tribute to the land of Wood and water; of its rich natural beauty, blessed with God’s awesome splendor. DJ, coursing through my being, the rhythmic flow of its cultural vibes. Its joyous riddim cultivated in Jamaica’s breathtaking yonder, part of love’s groovy little island wonder!

After more than 300 hundred years of British colonial rule, Jamaica gained independence on August 6, 1962. The road to independence was long and hard, but with prominent and instrumental figures such as, Sir Alexander Bustamante, and Norman Manley, Jamaica gained its freedom for self-governance. In Jamaica, this date is celebrated as Independence Day, its national holiday!

*** Though, I’ve been living in Canada since the 70’s, I would be remiss not recognizing Jamaica’s independence, the land of my birth as something to be celebrated! ***

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Motivation’s triumph; Active while Waiting!

Another level, one’s soul catching its second wind, to finish strong, soaring higher on the wings of love. A change of lifestyle, requires an alteration of one’s mindset, pursuant of a heart’s lifetime of devotion. Activity, not just indicative of the heart’s momentous pursuits, but what therein remains of love’s actionable breadth, its heartfelt muse being your soul’s poetic notion in motion. While waiting, for one’s dreams to release its inevitable breakthrough, one’s hopes remaining optimistically engaged, until its physicality revealed. One’s hopes being proactive, til the manifestation of it bares fruit. Mind, body, and soul involved in the creative process, one’s heartbeat remaining diligently strong. Circumstances are indifferent, it won’t take into count feelings, but will surely yield to your resolve its recompense. Differences are realized, one’s passion remaining vigorous while yet waiting, situations to offer you its compassion. A spirited soul encouraging its heart’s vital sense of intentionality, motivation’s triumph progressing intuitively, moved by one’s resilience indubitably!

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Motivation’s Sway; Discover your Power!

 

Power, to what degree, indicative of one’s accretion, determinative of one’s expectation. Worth, to what intrinsic, discovered to what in its significance you believe. Spirit, life force of one’s innermost, empowering state of mind, freeing the heart’s frame of reference. Degree of character, degree of passion, degree of courage, degree of intentionality; facilitating degree of probability, the discovery. Head to heart, only the start; if one degree off between, destiny would never reach its intended reality. A rudderless heart, drifting from its beliefs, would never perceive what needs to be. Ability to direct, influencing its preconceived outcome. Power zone, keeping the weight of love’s fundamental breadth, close to your heart, your strength’s greatest discovery. Where vulnerability isn’t defined as weakness, derived as being resilience. Discovering, resides within believing, doubts would never  have the capability to overpower, your heart’s unwavering posture. Standing tall, doesn’t mean you won’t at times fall; nevertheless, answer the call, to your potential. Aligning your heart horizontally, with the lens of a vertical sincerity, landscape’s clarity visualized organically. A representation positive, a life lived well comparative, motivation being instinctively powerful. Heart and soul going through stages, discovering the totality of its sway, your power within revealed!

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Love, the Gravity!

Within its profound breadth, its gravity known, the heart breathless in its sublime, the soul speechless in its boundless rhapsody. Which heart can comprehend, the complexity of its deep breathlessness, the vast nature of love’s beauty? What soul can explain, how so profoundly it moves you to tears, then soothe your fears? How it touches you so deeply, to utterly take your breath? Who can boldly claim, they know how its presence lingers, in the still of the moment? Can anyone’s words articulate, how it weighs tenderly on one’s thoughts, then go rest gently on the heart, only to stir your soul? What heart can describe, how at one moment it leaves you gasping for air, but yet at the very same time, be the air you breathe? The magnitude of its gravity, consequential essence of character, the soul’s quintessential reprieve. Every heart, needs to understand the significance of its power, the sustaining substance of its existence. It’s not enough, for one’s soul to know its miraculous wonder, yet one’s heart not be provoked by the depth of its deepest meaning. The gravity, the prevailing breath that’s not just felt, but perceived, be wholeheartedly believed; meaningful. Hearts willing, what makes it transformative, souls tethered, makes it revolutionary. A love that shines like the sun, glistens like the stars. Reflective like that of the moonlight, hovering breathlessly within the stillness. Transcending the fabric of time, and space. Not even distance, changes the trajectory of its vantage point, alter the gravity of its destiny; to be!

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Her Design!

Last month, marked the one anniversary, of our daughter’s passing. In college, she took graphic design, but never got to fully pursue it. The above picture, was one of her first designs, and that’s her in the picture. For the last few years, I’ve been posting a inspirational Friday post, a picture with words. As of this month, I’m going to create a picture, or two, and add with it inspirational words. Since, she’s not able to pursue her heart. My heart, will be her graphical expression. I will use her love, to help create, share, and dedicate my designed portrayals. Live out her dreams, for her. I hope, you all enjoyed the first instalment!

WCR, Justinea A Richards (March 9, 1990 to March 2, 2021)

A Labor of Love!

Why we do the things we do, why do we forge a new alliance; fortify, what do don’t want to crumble? Why, are we willing to take the heat; even go through the fire? Why are we so eager, to hammer out problems? Iron, sharpens iron; but, it’s so much more than that. Why do we create, why are we so creative? A relationship is formed, when we tap into what we see… already created. Why do we work so hard, trying to be our best; inspire, want to be inspired? Why is a random act, kindness seen as something worthwhile pursuing? Why do we build up, believe we can construct a brighter tomorrow; through every season, still see a new horizon? A labor of love, not just something you put together. It’s something established, through the willingness to do; and the enjoyment revealed, from what has been created. Why do we feel the need, to help the less fortunate? It’s not about being lucky, but being truly intentional. Why do we tend, to cast caution to the wind? Why do we continuously cast off, to make every new day an adventure; A Labor of Love!

Why does a mother give birth, again and again; even when what’s birthed, a life with so much pain? Why does a woman sacrifice, so much for the family; when what has been created, becomes a life falling apart? Why does a heart pursue, a passion and dreams; even when the road is so winding? Why does a man in the pursuit of happiness, stumble and fall; but yet still determined, to be the best husband and father possible? Why does someone show up every day, to accomplish the task at hand; when it can all turn into another hard day, feeling unaccomplished? A bond, not because the glue is crazy; but because the labor put in, love being the result. True love, means the participation. Why do we mold our hearts, fashion our resolve to fit; into a complexity? Love, it’s all starts with the want to create. To behold what has been created, through truly loving the creation. The form every heart wants model, shaped by desperately needing to know; the love of the creator. Making something, out of nothing; will never be evident, through a state of being… anecdotal. To produce an outcome, to truly have something turn out to be, the evidence of what’s not yet seen; therein has to be the undisputed, A Labor of Love!

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Pull It Down!

Pull it down, pull every single one down. Every weapon, every stronghold; pull them all down. Lay your burdens down, not your soul to be trampled on. Don’t give in to the culture, what is normalized. It’s time to realize, behind every scheme; there’s a plot, meant to become your grave. The thief has plans, but God has His plan; to Not let you be destroyed. You were made, to bind; not be bound. Weapons are formed, but You are Made; in the image of God. Weird the sword, in the name of Jesus. That’s how, Generational chains are broken. Tear it down, the veil; pull it all down. Don’t let anything blind your heart, from seeing the truth. The fight, is for the soul; the next generation. No one, has the power to nullify; void your worth. Even if, you gave it away; Take It Back. All power is given, not taken. Whatever you continually wrestle with, whatever roots you need to pull up? Don’t hesitate, the time is now. Anyone, or anything that has a hold over you? Jesus’ name, it Will be Cancelled!

Though the struggle is real, and the battles are fierce. Speak life, over every circumstance. Your health might be failing, but don’t let your resolve; ever be a heart knowing defeated. Cracks in your armor, doesn’t mean your soul is losing. When you can see in the spirit, that every opposition has already been cancelled. Your soul shall surely live, in the peace. The cracks, the attacks; just distractions, to get you off track. Just remember this simple fact, that when you boldly act; a conquering spirit, becomes the knack. Don’t ever throw a quiver, pull an arrow out of your emboldened quiver; and aim your arrow high. In the natural, the blood is under the flesh. But in the spirit, the flesh forever thrives; under the blood… Whatever comes, trying to steal your destiny? God wants me to tell you, it’s Cancelled. Declare, Proclaim; Receive, your victory. Pull it down, and every day; keep Pulling it Down!

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Receding!

Receding, the fear, the water; receding. Hearts no longer overwhelmed, tears no longer drowning out the day. Waves of emotion, clashing with the sure. The message, not in a bottle… up emotions. In the step back, the push back against the fear; how you take back your faith. Even in a dark moment, even in the darkness; hope can still be found. When it finally dawns, the truth is revealed. Shadows will cast doubts, but you control what you fear. An enlightened soul is not a afraid, even in the darkest times. Within it is a calming feeling, peace within the moment. A whisper heard in the dark, a song resounding in the night. The wind will blow, the rain will fall. Every momentary thing, even unprecedented; will surely pass away. Grow your faith, with a seed, time, and harvest!

Even when the sun goes down, don’t let your hope fade away… into the darkness. Let whatever looms, roll of your prevailing faith. When overwhelmed comes, to capsize your hope. Shipwreck your heart, flood your soul… with doubts. Don’t let it break your faith, break up your confidence. Just let it break through the fear, and watch the waters recede. A heart finding the calm, even if the place… is called a frightening moment. Swept away, is not trying to cling; to whatever you can hold on to. But knowing, what has a hold on your heart. Every day, stand your ground. Don’t ever let your faith retreat, or your hope diminish. When you position your heart for victory, fear surrenders… to your resolve. Advance your faith, and watch the darkness dwindle; at the dawn of the approaching hope. When fear the tapers off, the sun shines again. It’s not about chasing after the dawn, but how to truly thrive; living in the light… of hope. Receding, the fear, the water; will Recede! May 27, 2020

Hold On, to Me!

Hold on to me, when you’re scared; when your heart is afraid, of the dark. Rest your heart, on my love. I AM… the comforter, let my love be the blanket. Forever in, and underneath my grace; your heart will be covered. Whenever it feels, like the walls are closing in; and all the uncertainties, have such a stronghold. I AM… the door, the way. My love, will help break every chain. If in the middle of the darkness, you can’t find hope. Look through my heart, I AM… the light; hold on to Me. Break-through, found through my love. Whenever you feel, the weight is just too much for you to carry. Let my love show, you can do all things. In me, your love is forever held; so very close to my heart. I love you, believe me when I say. Even if your soul is in doubt, and your mind ten thousand miles away. You’re never alone, your heart will be; forever near my love. Let it be, your every breath. Why you want to live, and breathe. Let your heart know the breadth, Hold On to Me!

You can always count on my love. I AM… your protector, my love your defender; forever portion. My love, will make your heart stronger. Don’t ever give up, but I need you to let go. And, just hold on to the promise; my love, will never let go… of your heart. I got you, whenever your faith feels like it’s slipping. Let my love be the anchor, that keeps your heart grounded. Don’t ever believe the lies, that my love won’t be able; turn over every stone. Beloved, I AM… the rock; that makes a stone, seem like a pebble. Stand on my love, let it forever be your strength. My love, is the mountain. Come up a little higher, my heart will always be waiting. Just remember, half way up; is still half way down. Climb up on my shoulder, let my love carry your heart. When your heart, is going through a valley; Hold on to Me!

Reach out your heart, my love is forever by your side. Beside you, besides me; don’t let another love, capture your gaze. Whenever you’re feeling lost, my love will come find you. Don’t ever be persuaded, that my love won’t relentlessly pursue. My love is the answer, to whatever is the question. Never stop believing, your heart will never be; worth my love. There’s absolutely no chance, that whenever you seek after my love. That your love won’t already find my heart, waiting… for you. Whenever your heart, feels like it’s drowning. Let my love instead show you, what it is to be breathless. S.O.S, might be the code, the signal for a soul in distress. Just remember, I AM… the ocean, that surrounds your heart. Before your soul, even knows to cry out. My love, will be there to rescue you. My love, what saves; let it forever be, your lifeline. The love revived, through another; heart to heart encounter. When the love moves you, take a deep breath; and Hold On, to Me!

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