Oct 10, 2015


Often traumatic things happen to you without your consent that take your by surprise and send your mind spiralling trying to recover from the experience and emotions. One thing you need to be mindful of is not allowing yourself to be held hostage by the experience because. I am not saying you should pretend or evade what happened. I am saying DO NOT let it OWN you.
Have a blessed day anyway, laugh defiantly, dare to find something to be grateful in that moment, in that day, month, year, be proactive enough to find the lesson that was birthed out of that experience. One thing I have learnt about life (and I am still learning/ever the student) is that there is always lessons to be learnt, whether or not you learn is exclusively a voluntary choice.

An exclusively voluntary choice you may be saying and I’ll answer yes. Learning for the most part is a choice; it does not always happen by osmosis (although sometimes it does-that’s another top of exploration for another time). The fact is lessons are embedded in every moment; every experience, and interaction, many of which are designed specifically for us as pathways and guides should “we” choose to engage, to examine and to learn. Are you with me or did I lose you at CHOICE?  Ok stay with me don’t check out just yet, let me share my experience of how my yesterday began and ended.

The Beginning: Yesterday I work up at 7 am. My alarm didn’t go off however my internal clock did. Instead of dragging myself up and groaning about wanting five more minutes I gave quick thanks for seeing the birth of another day and got out of bed. I decided to wash and condition my hair as it was heavy with grease from a week of slicking and gelling. I set up my things for when I came out of the shower and proceeded to wash my hair. After the second shampoo I got the conditioner and liberally massaged it in, just then I felt a little at my heel. Just as I was about to move my heel I slipped. I felt myself falling. I knew I was going to hit the ground and hard. I started to pray, “God please don’t let me break any bones, please do not let me hit my head, please God I beg in Jesus name.” I hit the ground with a wallop. I landed on my elbows and a bit heavily on my left side. I did not hit my head. I did not break any bones. I called out to my eldest daughter, she came running. I laid there stunned mentally checking myself. The floor was wet and slippery. The shower curtain lay beneath me with pockets of water, the shower rod laid broken and the sockets that held them stuck out of the wall.
From the floor I surveyed the mess. I thanked God for breaking my fall and not allowing me to hit head or break any bones.  I got up slowly and tested my left foot before putting any major pressure on it. I shook out my hands feeling mentally for aches and pains. I moped up the floor and repaired as much as I could and got ready for work. In between my clean up my daughter was quarreling, “Mom why you cleaning up, I’ll do it, get ready for work!”  I asked her, “What time is it?” “7:50 am why?” “Well I didn’t a lot time for falling,” I said. She just looked at me, shook her head and laughed saying, “you just crazy.” I knew I missed my 8:45 am bus because that guy (my friend) is always on time and shooting for the 9 am was a waste of time because that guy is always late. My goal…to catch the my friend going in the opposite direction because I knew he would be faster than the 9 am guy.
Outside I texted my daughter “What time is the next bus?” 12 minutes, 9:10 am, I thought, ‘oh hell no I can’t wait for the fool I will be late,” With that thought in mind I made my down and across the street. As I reached halfway across the street my friend pull up in front of me. I finished crossing and got on the bus. I relayed what happened and he ask if I were ok. I said yes. No sooner had the words come out of my mouth when I started to choke. I was having a coughing fit. I couldn’t breathe and my air completely locked off. I jumped from my seat gasping for breath, one hand holding on and the other one I kept closing and opening my fists gasping. The driver stopped the bus. He looked at me and asked, “are you ok? Breathe, take it slow.” Eventually after a few terrifying moments and some ‘father Jesus, God merciful father help me,’ my throat opened up and I caught my breath. My eyes watered, my face wet from it. I sat down in the bus taking slow easy breaths and thought, ‘what a morning! First I fell out of the shower unceremoniously landing like a tsunami and then I almost choked to death from sucking the juices from my vitamin C in my mouth.
End of the day: By the end of the day I was beginning to feel the effects of my fall. My shoulders, my upper mid back, the back of my arms and my left bum cheek were aching. I was relaying my morning to a couple of colleagues and laughing and they were looking at me death face mouth open with shock. They said, “my God what a morning, all that and you still came to work! You are crazy” I laughed. I had a good day, I did not a disastrous start color my hold day. Why, heck it could have been worst. I could have opened my head on the floor. I could have broken bones. I could have choked to death. Instead I was able to walk away from all that and still go to work. Why wouldn’t I have a good day? Why wouldn’t be able to laugh at myself and the events of the morning and find a silver lining?
The silver lining is I lived! I breathe! I am alive! I can bitch all I want about how my day started and be morose all day or I can be thankful and know that I am blessed and go on with my day with a smile and a cheer to pass on. How you experience life beyond trauma is up to you (no one said it would be easy). You can’t undo the shit, it was what it was, just triumph from it.
Just saying......
Have a blessed day anyway.
That being said, my ass still hurts. I am smiling though
The Sun always comes out
and.....Still I rise!
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Oct 4, 2015


Synthetic marijuanaParents beware! Talk to your children about all forms of drugs; educate yourself on what’s out there. There is some scary shit out there that is finding its way in our schools, homes and our children’s bodies. You may not feel comfortable broaching the subject well you better get comfortable real quick because the use of Synthetic marijuana is becoming rampant and its cheap and readily accessible.

Synthetic marijuana is being marketed as “safe”. Ok reality check, there is no such thing!  Synthetic means FAKE, NOT REAL i.e. IMITATION!  Synthetic marijuana or Cannabis as the medical world calls it is a designer drug that mimics the effects of marijuana. It is designed specifically to emulate the marijuana high.  Why anyone would think “fake” marijuana is a safer alternative is beyond me. What’s worst? Yes it gets worst; they (company’s that manufacture and sell) are marketing this poison as Spice.  

Yeah you read right SPICE, can you believe it? That these makers were able to legitimately categorize and label this toxin as “spice products” also known as "herbal incense" or "herbal smoking blends" with the street names such as K2, Spice, Green Giant, Mr Happy and “Scooby Snax,” is really frightening. What, we don’t have enough mind alternating, soul destroying drugs in the world already that they have to manufacture more?

Synthetic marijuana has some catastrophic side effects that list intense hallucinations and psychotic episodes as just some of its devastating impacts as if that is not bad enough!

Just this September 2015 talk show hosts Wendy Williams talked about her son falling victim to Synthetic marijuana use this summer. Sadly according to her, it was introduced to him by a family member. The distressingly devastating impact physical, psychological, emotional (which she didn’t comment on)  could have caused her her son’s life!

Parents, teachers, guardians, childcare workers please educated yourselves on drugs making its way through our cities and homes, ignorance is not an excuse, be aware, be proactive, be smart, “an ounce of prevention is better than a pound of cure.”  Don’t tune out, tune in, pay attention to when your children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, students, teenagers speak; you could learn something that just make save their lives.

Check out some articles that will shed some insight into Synthetic Marijuana: 

The Dangers of Synthetic Marijuana

Cities Across U.S. See Rise in Synthetic Marijuana Overdoses .

Synthetic Marijuana: The Dangers Parents Should Know About  

“Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.” Martin Luther King, Jr.

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Sep 24, 2015

12 People Need To Be More Mindful–Stay Present

Public transit, it’s my go to, to get to work and around the city. The one most valuable thing I arm myself with everyday is my patience, my prayers, my tolerance, my patience and my patience. Did I say patience? Yeah well it bears repeating trust me as patience is key to getting through the daily commutes God knows it is desperately needed as mindfulness ("to be aware", "the awakened state of consciousness") seems at times a rare commodity.
Case and point….

One Friday I sat on the train (Bloor-Danforth line) tired after a long day of running from the office to our symposium to back to the office just wishing magically that the train would reach my stop in less than the standard 45/50 minutes. At Castlefrank subway station stop a woman and her children (2 boys) got on. They sat on the seats beside me, one boy at the side of me the other beside the mother on the two seats to my right.  The kids looked tired and dirty as if they had a long day of mad fun rolling in sand. The mother just looked wiped, like she wanted to escape, no one spoke.


The ride was fairly uneventful until one of the boys, the one sitting beside me decided to start dusting out his hair. At first I paid little attention but then my eyes were drawn to the top of his head, it was full of sand and the more he dusted the more it rose up visibly. There were literally plies of sand in his hair and he began to dust more determinately when he realized it was loaded. I waited patiently for the mother to address the issue by telling her son to not dust his hair until they reached home or something of that nature because the sand will go on the people sitting around him. My wait was in vain, after counting to ten I finally said to the little boy, “Please do not dust your hair because you are dusting sand on me.” To the boy’s credit he immediately stopped and I thanked him.


What got me was the mother’s inaction. She did not move, she did not apologize on behalf of her son, she did not even look at me or at him for that matter she simply sat there like a stone. She simply checked out and didn’t seem to care what they did as long as they did not bother her. I took a deep breath, breathe it out and relaxed myself once more and enjoyed the rest of my ride in relative quiet. The boy sat a bit closer to me and was quiet the rest of the way.

As a mother I understand that parenting can be exhausting trust me I did it for 20 years as a single parent of two I get it. However, completely tuning out is unaccepted no matter the degree of exhaustion especially in public because that is exactly when things fall down.
This was just one of many examples of the “adventures” of using public transportation. Below I list just a few other reasons I feel people truly need to exercise some mindfulness and understand that although they are free and autonomous individuals their actions, interactions and inactions affects those around them.
Mindfulness Etiquette:
If you are travelling with a bag or bags, it/they become  an extension of you therefore it would behoove you to ensure that you/your bag(s) are not hitting, jamming, digging and causing discomfort to others around you.
Please cover your nose and mouth when you sneeze. I like many others I am sure, have no desire to be sprayed by your germs, secreting mucus and DNA. I reserve my showers to the privacy of my home and do not indulge in public displays of voyeurism.
When talking on your cell phones please be aware of your volume (how loud you’re speaking), shouting is not a normal sedated conversational tone. I have no desire to be involuntarily pulled into your conversation neither do I want to be privy to your “he said, she said, it said”, tête-à-tête.
Kindly monitor your volume on your personal mp3s, cd players, ipods, iphones etcetera, these are “personal” listing devises meaning it is for ears only and I do not wish to be included without my consent as your taste in music may not be mind. So please take it down a level and keep it to yourself.
Women & Men with long hair (hair period), when using public transit please remember that people are in front of you, beside you and behind you. It is inappropriate to be flicking your hair, and giving someone who is unfortunate enough to be close to you a mouthful of hair.

Just saying…
A little consideration goes a long way.

Sep 13, 2015



A rough day

A busy, gruelling fast past day

I breathe deep, hoping to exhale the trials away

Riding the weary tired on a sigh

I look up seeking solace.

I was transported by the vast orange hues,

Lit underneath by vibrant yellow rays

Intertwined and enveloped by the blues

A kaleidoscope sitting comfortably upon deep brown/black silhouette trees shouldering it all effortlessly

Effectively collapsing my decayed day away

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