live
Living should be a given. Indeed, life is a gift, but not everyone choses to live. I am actively chosing to get up from all that will chain me to death and life my life fully in the light.
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Bible Study, Desert of Solitude: Refreshed by Grace, Divine Story, Inspiration from Other Authors, live, Sermon, Walking in the Word
Sermon: Favor Over Fear by Steven Furtick
This sermon is a gift. For me, it encompasses two big projects I’m working on: a re-edit of my book, Desert of Solitude: Refreshed by Grace and the Marriage & Relationship: Modern Concepts vs. Biblical Principles Virtual Bible Study Series. I’ve added so much to Desert of Solitude since it was published in 2018, that it’s more of a re-write at this point. One of the strongest themes in my book is the cycle of endings and beginnings aka life and death. This sermon has touched on a vein and exposed perspectives I hadn’t considered. It is also a great addition to the Marriage & Relationship discussion series. Pastor Steven…
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Poem: Be Anything
I had such bright hopes and dreams when I believed I could be anything I tried strived over-achieved if thoughts manifest reality the American Dream wouldn’t be unreachable and life would be different all I truly wanted was freedom to be me without threat, violence shame or compromise how tragic being me proved to be the hardest thing ~ LaShawnda Jones, 2020
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Poem: Trauma of the unseen by LaShawnda Jones
Impossible to know if the Traumatized have no awareness of their state One revels in solitude because loneliness has become a way of life ** Follow link to read in full. **
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Poem: Death is passive. Killing is not.
Poem: Death is passive, killing is not. by LaShawnda Jones Breathing is active. Breath is sacred. Air is life. We are all created beings with the same Right to Life and unhindered breathing. Access to air should not depend on Assumptions, opinions, political views, Occupation, wealth, social status, Skin color, mood, hatred of fellow humans or self-hatred. Access to air should not require legislation. Yet here we are.
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Quote: When will I know?
Miles Morales: When will I know I’m ready? Peter B. Parker: You won’t. It’s a leap of faith. Thats all it is, Miles. It’s a leap of faith. Later…. Peter B. Parker: How do I know I won’t screw up again? Myles Morales: You don’t. It’s… Peter B. Parker: I know… a leap of faith. from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse
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Jane Fonda in Five Acts: Quotes from the HBO Documentary
None of my marriages were democratic, because I was too worried about pleasing. I had to be a certain way in order for them to love me. I had to look a certain way. And I looked different for all of them. I wanted to be living as a whole Jane. A fully realized Jane.
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Reader Review by Kayla: Desert of Solitude
Kayla Pompey of Milwaukee, WI reviews Desert of Solitude: Refreshed by Grace written by LaShawnda Jones. Kayla openly shares how the book has helped her in her life. “In this book, LaShawnda explains how she felt she was not enough. I think a lot of people feel like that and they don’t even realize how much they really are. They are enough. I realized I am enough. This just came out a few months ago. Within that time I have been able to completely change my life around. A lot of choices I make now don’t revolve around what other people will think. I’m not trying to be so much…
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Poem: Happy 43rd!
Can’t picture it. Painful to never see you age. Unreal –
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Quote: One last role
Delores: Do you know where you are? You’re in a dream. You’re in my dream. For years, I had no dreams of my own. I moved from hell to hell of your making. Never thinking to question the nature of my reality. Have you ever questioned the nature of your reality? Do you ever stop to wonder about your actions? The price you’ have to pay if there were a reckoning? That reckoning is here. What are your drives? Yes, survival. It’s your cornerstone. That’s not the only drive, is it. There’s a part of you that wants to hurt, to kill. That’s why you created us, this place. To…
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The Fig Tree (excerpt)
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and…
