Dear Beloved,

I didn’t mean to startle you when I walked in on you adjusting your clothes. The way you stared into the mirror was so intense, it made me feel like you were looking for something long gone. Just wanted you to know that the word on the street is, “you don’t look like what you’ve been through“. 

I remember when we were younger and we used to go for walks, there was always that one block we’d pick up the pace on. It was as though if we lingered, everyone’s secrets would collide in midair. Unspoken yet grabbing at our ankles. Attempting to impede our stride and interrupt our progress. It never showed on your face, it still doesn’t

You don’t look like what you’ve been through. Everyone is not laughing at you, and the voices that continue to fight for the right to drown you, are all lying. I see strength, survival and hope every time I look at you. So next time you’re in the mirror, I pray you not only find what you’re looking for, I hope you see what we’ve all been admiring.

Loving you deliberately,
e

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Last night I got more than an award from Robert Goldstein. He actually created his own ‘Respect’ award to celebrate bloggers that have earned his respect…and I’m one of them. 

Robert made it clear that there was nothing required, requested or wanted in return but I wanted to cry aloud and spare not.  You see, I can’t describe how special Robert, his blog and artwork are to me. You may have remembered me writing about him before. God uses him to speak life to matters that lie dormant in me at times and very often, at the right time. 

Thank you for the honor Robert, for you have gifted me and in return…I humbly give thanks💘e

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Dear Beloved,

The season has changed without our permission. A shifting in both the natural and spirit realm. Old things passing away, making way for the new. It seems however, as though the thought of “new” is scaring you. Word on the street is, “You’re afraid to let go”. 

Be it baby teeth, or protruding bellies pushing against seams, change happens with or without us. Like outdated nouns that are neither landmark or vintage, we rest and relish in what once was. 

Forcing mere man to fill God’s proverbial shoes or clinging to the toxicity of a relationship or job, just for bragging rights that you have one is no way to live. That grudge and rehearsed injury enter the room before you do. 

Praying your freedom today Beloved because I miss you…don’t you?


💞e


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There are days when I’m strong

And you can hear me as woman

Roaring across a thousand miles 

Of desert that separate us though

A key stroke and mere mile away

Days when I feel good about what 

I gave, shared, and did that I can

never take back, withhold or undo

And then there are days and

moments like now

When the warmth of these tears 

Wouldn’t be enough to warm your 

heart

You’re so cold

And I don’t know why

I understand there were times

I read what you never wrote

And heard what you never said

But I’m not hallucinating 

And cling to every word that you

 did say

Allowing it to coat, calm and

 comfort me

Wanting to believe you were

different because you were different 

And you made me feel different and

see things differently 

What did you see

That made you leave gradually

quietly

Or was it suddenly?

I deleted everything 

I remember everything 

I remember you

Do you ever think of me

And if so, is it fondly?







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Dear Beloved,

How are you. No. Really. How are you? I’m writing because you told me not to call the house anymore. That it wasn’t safe. And this random P.O. Box that you’re using in an unfamiliar zip code, says more than any word you’ve not spoken. Word on the street is “love shouldn’t hurt” but I’m not sure you heard. 

When the bruises faded, the wounds were still visible. How you flinched when certain color cars drove past us on the way to lunch. I saw what you didn’t want me to see and noticed what you covered. 

I give you more than that broken wrist could ever hold, even when it’s made whole. I give you prayers of love and light. Prayers of love gone right. Prayers of love without fright. Prayers of a love that doesn’t hurt tonight.

Here when you’re ready,

💞e

  

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Dear Beloved,

Me too. I didn’t realize I saw myself floating high above the traps and quicksand blowing kisses at my feet. I didn’t know that was referred to as  pride. Until BOOM! Until what they were saying manifested in an unraveling like no other! Word on the street is, “It had to happen” and they are right.

It had to happen to show you you. Me me. Our haughtiness enveloped in our “I will never”, clouded by the puffs of smoke billowing judgment across the seas of resentment emanating denial. 

But I have no regrets. Do you? I’ve forgiven myself, have you?

Let me know…

Love you to life,

💞e

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Hello subscribers and readers!

Today is the first segment of “Word On The Street Is…” which are bite size notes of encouragement from me to you that you can snack on in between meals!

10/16/15

Dear Amazing,

Have I got news for you! Word on the street is, “We’re going to get through this!” This week was very tough for me. If it wasn’t one thing it was another! Even though I was dealing with my own stuff, I saw how hard you were being on yourself. Please don’t give up! We all face challenges that will strengthen us, if we don’t faint! 

You are so much stronger than you think you are so remember no matter what it looks like, “We will get through this!”

Ok, I gotta go but we’ll talk real soon…

Proud of you,

💘e

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I was so dehydrated 

Until you met me in deep waters

Everyone else 

Demanded that I swim to shore

Now I know what it’s like to be

Resuscitated

And have my breath taken away

At the same time

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