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If You Ever

If you ever fall in love

Let it be in her eyes

The way they sparkle

Stars in a midnight sky

If you ever fall in love

Let it be the way she smiles

Like no one has ever seen

You be loved in quite a while

If you ever fall in love

Notice the tears she drops

And hold her heart always

In fact don’t ever stop

If you ever fall in love

Tell her every day

She is the one

She is the way

If you ever fall in love

It’s something you would miss

And perhaps you would desire

To write a poem such as this

                           ~LM Young


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Originally posted on Essence of Inanna:

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As I write with the essence of Inanna I must elaborate on all aspects of her beauty. Her beauty resonates through war, procreation, and love. She is celebrated during the Spring seasons representing life and new growth for fertility and food.  Being the goddess of life, she is also connected to healing. This particular entry will focus on her essence of healing and health.

Using the very food that grows during her Spring and Autumn seasons, I will bring forth thoughts and ideas on how food can heal. As the goddess of war she must also be physically fit, strong body and mind. Today food, herbs, and exercise will be exploited to show you through the goddess how to live a long and healthy life.

Let’s begin with the very basic concept, the food pyramid.  The food pyramid today from the USDA http://www.choosemyplate.gov/food-groups/downloads/MyPyramid_Getting_Started.pdf  shows that the amount of meat…

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Love As I Know It

 

Love is so much deeper than a musical lyric. . It is the primal source from which we all have come.

Can love be intimate? Of course, but love more than a physical desire- for often that has less to do with love and more to do with lust.

I am not here to talk you out of your desires. Often they are telling us something about ourselves; that even we, do not yet realize. Many people will deny their carnal desires- out of some loyalty to a thought or ideal about themselves.

Acknowledging a hidden sexual desire does not mean you have to or will become something/someone sordid. It only means there is a piece of you which is untapped. We can safely embrace these facets of our sexuality- even if only in a fantasy/role play; with our loving non-judgmental partner.

Love is kind, even in the wake of a storm. It is passionate- which is what drives us. It is not necessarily a thought of another person; it can be an idea or cause…which drives you. Love is completely encompassing. It is the basis of all emotions, idea and the greatest source of all creation.

Love, like our Creator, is all around, inside of, beside and beneath us. It never fails us. We, however, may develop a tainted way of embracing it. We may feel that we are owed a certain type of love; which is less about love and more about our own sense of ego.

People are not merchandise. If love isn’t given away freely, without expectation- it can become a bargaining chip.

Many women, who have endured physical and emotional abuse, may have viewed this type of controlling behavior…disguised as love.

But love knows nothing of boundaries. It is not something which can be used as a down payment.

When we use phrases like- “I will if…” or “Only if you…” we are making a claim which is not ours to make.

Love magnifies; it doesn’t dissect. If we attempt to place love under a microscope for the purpose of an attack on another’s character- it will be us who will be judged most harshly.

Love is gallant; it is valiant. Love is an untapped reserve.

Unfortunately, we tend to take a relationship, which didn’t work out and blame that on love. Truthfully speaking relationships do not fail us. We do, however, often spend too much time attempting to mold them into something they were never supposed to be.

We hold on too tightly to a leaf, as if one day, it will become the tree. We fail to see things for the blessings they are and we become angered by the reality of the situation.

Some people are supposed to be; no more than the energy that pushes us over a small speed bump. It would, perhaps, be unwise to make that person a member of your pit crew. Learn when to let go, for there is so much love, even in that decision.

Try to recall learning how to ride a bicycle for the first time. Most of us had someone we trusted pushing us along, cautiously, making certain we didn’t fall. But eventually, they loved us enough to let go. We may have been wobbly, at first, but, in time, we were able to ride freely.

Love is not binding or brash. Love is giving without regard to self. Being loving to another does not take away from who we are. If the type of love we are exhibiting for another; becomes self-destructive for us- it is not love.

When this happens, it can be more about control or neediness. We should veer away from these types of relationships.

The mindset which tells us; certain behavior will show our loved ones that we are the ones which TRULY love them. This is a full blown manipulation tactic; even if we are only manipulating ourselves.

We must be cautious when truly relating to people. Relating refers to the transfer of all types of energy. Physical energy is only one variant of this type of transfer. We MUST keep in mind that the people we share energy with, be it in touching, conversation, thoughts or other transfers, will also share our energy with others and they with us.

Love is the divine transfer of energy. It is that energy which is transferred by the heat of the sun’s rays; the water splashing across our feet and the sand sinking beneath our feet, as we walk upon the beach. That source which tilts our faces toward the sun and brings a smile to our faces.

Love is the steady beating of drums, which aligns with our own heart rhythm. Love is the sprouting of a plant; which we have watered and cared for, since the moment it was planted. It is nothing less than love; which prompts us to pull weeds away from a garden, carefully making sure it has plenty of healthy breathing room.

Love is that soft melodic voice we use when speaking to a baby or a puppy. The tone alone which is saying- I mean you no harm.

Love is expressed with empathy and compassion. It is felt in an unexpected smile.

Contradictive to what the author tell us…you can always go home, because home never leaves us. It is the ground beneath our feet. It is the foundation by which all else is constructed. What we should try and remember is that what we carry around with us- which we may have chosen- is sometimes the very thing that can do us harm.

Pain will always exist. It can live in a debilitating illness, or by chance…like when we stub our toe. Suffering, however, is optional. We may have endured great pain or injury, but we do not have to become that pain.

Instead, we could choose to carry around the wise words of a grandparent or the thoughtful words of a complete stranger. We could use our words to divide and conquer- or to gather and reap. We can burn down a forest or embrace its majestic wonder. We can huff and puff until we blow the house down, or we can mindfully breathe…allowing our lungs, body, soul and spirit to become one with the universe.

People are going to hurt us- pain is inevitable. We will have expectations of people that they will not be able to live up to; but we do not have to suffer. Our soul is resilient- it can withstand more than a human mind can wrap itself around. Pain is instantaneous; suffering can stunt growth and development. Even while reading this…feel the tension in your neck and shoulders. Notice how your jaws are tightening. Note how your brow wrinkles…while your mind tries to fight these truths. This often happens when we are holding onto our suffering.

We can choose to hold onto this: formal, stern, straight face…or not. The only we must do is to choose. Even in reading this, be mindful of your facial muscles and hands.

Is your face relaxed? Are your hands clinched or crossed across your chest? Are your jaws clinched tightly? These are typical signs that you are resisting, even the possibility of another’s ideas; even if these may help you and/or your understanding. Many of the actions/reactions mentioned can symbolize resistance or closed off behavior.

We must keep in mind: Everything that is said to us is not necessarily meant FOR us…specifically. It would be wise for us to take the valuable information- apply it to our lives and pass it on to others. All things deserve consideration, respectfully.

With that thought in mind, consideration does not mean to think of the many ways to shut down the information; but t be open to the possibility which may lead to a deeper understanding.

Be considerate of the way we receive the information. Be mindful of the “rolling of the eyes” and “smacking of the lips”; even if the other person cannot see or hear this response.

Energy is a powerful force. We must consider the idea that our energy, whether verbal or inaudible; can open our minds or close them off. When we are open to energy it may lead us to a deeper understanding of life, love and spiritual awakening.

We must take heed; being mindful and thoughtful is about love and respect- not about giving or having leverage, over another person.

When love becomes a game, it becomes dangerous. We must always remember that in a game…someone must lose. Participating in a tug of wills, only leaves one or both parties…feeling broken.

Love is respect, kindness, empathy and compassion.

When we search for love, it can mean a few things:

  1. We are seeking intimate touch or sexual contact
  2. Or, we have yet to learn that love is the essence of what we are.

Love exists without stipulation. There is no boundary, or walls so great that it can be held back or held down.

Love all things, all of the time. Love will never fail you- embrace it and share it with the world.

A Soldier’s Grace


A Soldier’s Grace

Today lets celebrate life
For some gave all
Lets reach inside our souls
Don’t fear the fall
For even if we stumble
Even if we falter
Was part of HIS plan
Nothing needs to be altered
Love with all you may have
And with some not yet seen
Love higher than the ego
Or whats on the silver screen
On this day of celebration
Let’s pay homage too
Those who laid down their lives
For the red, white and blue
For those left behind
For those still here to embrace
Celebrate with love and laughter
And with a soldier’s grace


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On Tuesday’s radio show, we talked about Lupus awareness; how it affects those of us who have the illness and those who love us.

It was a beautiful show, as we had much participation. Our special guest was Delma Carlton; it was a blessing to have such an inspiring woman with us.

Delma is a runner; and in November she will be running the New York Marathon for 3 great causes: Lupus, Autism, and Charge Syndrome.

After research I found that, CHARGE syndrome is a disorder that affects many areas of the body. CHARGE stands for coloboma, heart defect, atresia choanae (also known as choanal atresia), retarded growth and development, genital abnormality, and ear abnormality. The pattern of malformations varies among individuals with this disorder, and infants often have multiple life-threatening medical conditions.

I want to thank Delma for all her efforts in bringing attention to these life altering conditions.

In efforts to try and help her achieve the goals she has set; she has a site where we can all donate.

I would encourage, if you are able, to take a look at the site and donate if possible.

I want to thank you all, in advance, for your care and concern.

I wish you all Light and Love…

~LM Young

Happy Memorial Day


 

Happy Memorial Day

Gone but not forgotten

Those brave soldiers from the war

I promise we have not pushed aside

What the celebration is for

We salute your uncommon valor

We sing your praises when we say

Gone yet never forgotten

On another Memorial Day

What is my wish for us all

That not another soldier is lost

That we wave the flag of peace

No matter what the cost

Your efforts were not in vain

Your bravery unrequited

In our souls you live forever

Such honor you ignited

Our gratitude is unwavering

Our respect is yours

Thank you for standing up

Never going off course

At this moment right now

For the Country I say

Thank you for all you have done

Happy Memorial Day

             ~LM Young


Two Hundred Little Girls

The issue lives on

Two hundred kidnapped little girls

They aren’t from your country?

But aren’t they of this world?

They aren’t misplaced

They aren’t runaways

Someone plotted

And stole them that day

Two hundred kidnapped little girls

The world should wonder why

While parents tuck in their angels

These parents wipe their eyes

Two hundred kidnapped

Two hundred taken

Two hundred souls

My heart is breaking

May they be watched over

May they be in no pain

May what they have endured

Never be played out again

May God grant us His mercy

May God forgive the indifference

May this terrible insanity

Somehow start making sense

So tonight when I lay down to rest

And give my worries to the Most High

May these girls troubles be lightened…

As the whole world sighs…

Send one another this gift

So clearly within our sight

The presence of ALL

And Love filled with Light

                                                       ~LM Young


 

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You see her everyday

And yet she goes without attention

She moves ever diligently

No one even seems to mention

The sacrifices that she surrenders

The life strides that she makes

Her woes are gone unnoticed

She never seeks what we take

Often wearing a smile

So we never feel her pain

And tomorrow when we wake

She’ll do it all again

She is a beautiful warrior

And her armor is so divine

She is every woman we know

She’s your mother or mine

Our joy is her reward

And she wears it like a crown

Even if we seem ungrateful

And sometimes let her down

The passion found in her eyes

Is not about her own rewards

But the help she’s given others

And what they are striving towards

She’s our very own routing section

Our fan club president

Never complaining about what she doesn’t have

Or the time she has spent

On cheering us on

With our daily dreams

This undefeatable force

Who promises brighter things

She never lets us down

Unless she has no other way

She gives us hope for the future

Pushing us forward today

Unfortunate at times

We tend to take for granted her love

But she is vigilant still

Like our Father from above

So today when you have a moment

Make one if you must

To give thanks for the woman

The first you did trust

And tell her that you love her

And because of her…your love will increase

To all the beautiful women in your life

And to all the people that you may meet

Never forget her sacrifice or the fact that she

Made it without regret or intention

Knowing the blessing of being your mother

Was greater than she would ever mention

Bring Back Our Girls


Bring Back Our Girls

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In Nigeria, over 230 school age girls have been kidnapped. It makes me sad every time the thought of that crime comes into my heart.

But some will still say…half way around the globe…why should we care? We have our own problems. Yes, we do have our own problems…and in part…it can be found in that statement. We should care, because if it happened to our daughters…we would want the world to stop spinning. We would want all businesses to halt and all laughter to cease. Can you imagine? They are sitting in a classroom…where many people don’t want them to be anyway, and they are taken. There is no cell phone to call for help. The police aren’t storming in with a swat team…ready to rescue them.

Can’t you almost feel their fear? Can you hear their cries? I can. Anyone who is in touch with their own humanity can most readily feel these beautiful girls seeking help…blindly. Who would do this and to what end? This becomes the sad part for me… There is a myth that says that if you are HIV positive and you have sex with a pure virgin girl…the disease will be stricken from your body. The girls taken for these purposes are sold for $12…that is twelve dollars. This is so sad, not only because this is just a myth, but because of the desperation involved.

Why should we care? We should care, because we do have our own problems. That may seem strange to some, so allow me to elaborate. During the worst struggles of my life, when I was stricken with the reality that this thing or that will most assuredly take my lively hood; I reached out to someone else. I held someone’s hand, I listened while they cried, I sought a solution that they may have missed, I wrote a poem…and when I started living my life in this way…my rewards became abundant.

Is it easy to let go of whatever ills or bad feelings we have, not usually. But I promise, if you are able to look outside of yourself…you can literally heal a nation. I challenge you and your mind…let your heart feel. Let it touch others…allow it to gently hug another. Don’t be afraid to feel or be felt. There is nothing quite as beautiful as love when it starts to bloom. Allow the kindness of strangers to heal your broken heart. You will be surprised at how easily that can happen. A simple touch on the shoulder…telling us that they understand, even if they are not personally touched by our plight. In the end we all want to be loved…as love is the universal antibiotic.

So when you hear about the story of these precious Nigerian girls that were stolen away…open your heart. Understand that giving your heart to someone does not take away from you at all. Think about them when you pray…think about them when you think of your own children. Give thanks for these precious moments we are given…they are the things that dreams are made of.

And tonight, as I write this, know that I am extending my heart to you.

Light and Love be yours, LM Young

For The Love of Avonte


 

 

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I learned about this beautiful child named Avonte Oquendo, shortly after he went missing. I had never met his mother or family, but this child touched my heart. When I saw his picture, his eyes spoke to my soul. I reached out to people about him; no one who knows me would ever be able to say…I didn’t know she felt that way. I was very vocal about him. When I learned of his death, it made my heart heavy.

I had someone very close to me, who had autism. He had many difficulties living, in “the real world”. Much like Avonte, he had eyes that spoke to your soul. You couldn’t help but to love him. His life was also cut short.

I cannot imagine the sheer hell that these mothers must have gone through. Not only because of losing a child, but how their lives had been molded around the protection and nurturing of these children. What are they to do now?

We are at an advantage, we can turn off the news. But when I searched Avonte’s name, I found no known cause of death and no article written past January. While we can just move along…as the world keeps on spinning; Avonte’s mom must try and make sense out of this.

My prayers are with her. If I could tell her anything I would say; I saw the light in his eyes too. I saw the wonder and love that you bathed him in, every day of his life. And even though he was unable to verbally communicate; your heart connected with his. I believe whole-heartedly that the love you instilled within him…remained with him throughout his stay with us here. And while I am certain that this may not ease your pain right now…I pray that your journey through this grief…is built on the grace and mercy of a most loving Creator.

I am saddened when I think of how brief Avonte’s life was…but my heart cannot help but to shine…knowing that angels are singing more loudly and Heaven became a much brighter place…all for the love of Avonte.

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