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No Mountain


No Mountain

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At the end of this cycle of life…being right should not be as important as being kind.

We get such a small window of opportunity to get things right…not necessarily in conversation, but in action. We have this one single instance where what we say and how we say it, can really matter. We have this one chance to think and do…beyond ourselves. Today is the day when we get to make our mark…or leave marks. We can be a blessing to all of humanity or we can be the scar that no one ever wants to talk about

What do you want to leave behind?

What impact are you trying to have?

Are you worried about doing what is right…?

Or more concerned with how your actions will affect you, personally?

Most of the time when we are overly consumed by how a particular situation will touch us…personally

It becomes abundantly clear that our egos may feel they have a great stake in whatever happens.

This is about self.

And we must find a way to try and eliminate ourselves from every decision that is made, for the betterment of all things. For instance, we may want all children to have water to drink…but when we think that by giving them all a small glass of water…it could possibly take away a drink that you may want to have…we may try and rethink our idea of what is now, for the greater good of all. We may even come to the misguided conclusion; that our glass of water would hardly be missed…by children whom do not really have a lot to drink anyway. In this analogy what we have done is made an acceptable excuse for our greed.

How often in our lives do we do this?

How often do we take a solution and determine its merit, based on how it may or may not affect us?

Another great example of this is donating to charity.

During the holidays we may hear of celebrities and public figures donating time and energy to soup; kitchens…and while we may all agree that it is a selfless act; what if I told you that they only agreed to do this volunteer wok…if they would receive media attention for doing so…or at least be mentioned as a contributor.

How do you feel about that?

It is true that the homeless and the hungry may benefit from the extra help…but was it done for selfish reasons?

Does that matter?

Why? Or why not?

How we perceive ourselves has much to do with how we are received.

Are you THE most important thing in this life, or just your life?

There is nothing wrong with loving yourself…we all should fully appreciate who and what we are.

And hopefully, at the end of our tour here on earth…we can say with complete honesty…I gave my all. We just need to try and see if that is actually true.

If the purpose of doing what you do is to get that self-gratifying pat on the back…is our intention pure? Or is there a malicious intent attached to it?

We might actually be surprised at the thought, no idea that by thinking outside of ourselves…that we might actually do more good for others; with the fact that when our intentions are clear…the benefits will also come right back around to us.

Love is a self-generating light. We were born with this gift; the ability to love, just for the sake of being loving. When we do things out of the mere kindness of our hearts; we can clearly see how we are benefitted.

Should you matter? Of course.

Because in matter…we all play a part.

Often, we allow others to gear us up; with talk about what we deserve and what we should have. And we will arm ourselves with this false sense of entitlement; leaving us with a feeling of hopelessness. We may think that the reason this didn’t work out, for us, is because the odds weren’t in our favor.

But what if you were told that the only reason it didn’t work is because of the large part that you gave to yourself?

What if the only reason your great plan didn’t work…is because you spent so much time giving yourself credit…and not enough time humbling yourself?

We are, many times, under the misguided impression that because we have struggled with this or that; we no longer need to be gracious…

But is that the TRUTH?

How can one measure when humility is no longer needed?

Should we not be more concerned about the idea; that perhaps we are not thankful enough?

When do we question our higher power?

When we won the lottery?

When we got our dream job?

When we find unexpected money?

Not usually.

But we do have a tendency to question what in the universe is going on…when our lives seem to be going downhill.

Gratitude and humility walk hand in hand.

They are the sounds heard as the wave’s splash against the rocks.

They are the sound of crickets chirping.

They are the visual collective cornucopia of humming birds suspended in mid-flight.

They are the found in the laughter of children.

Be grateful; and don’t fear that in that gratitude you will be lost or forgotten.

Try and understand that no moment is promised.

Instead of competing with another person…work on being the better part of yourself.

The self that learned from his/her mistakes or short comings. Acknowledging that does not mean you are not good enough; but that you are evolving and constantly improving on yesterday’s idea of who you were.

This is not a flaw, for knowing that you aren’t perfect…is a part of what is perfect about you.

You can cleanse your soul…simply by purging what didn’t work yesterday.

And remember that it isn’t necessarily the actions that were the problem; because often it is just how we felt while doing it.

Your thoughts can blanket your good deeds like pollution…or emphasize it like the glorious rainbow. A rainbow never argues the fact that it is not as straight as it might like to be…yes, in its imperfection…it is perfect.

A rainbow cannot be housed or contained…

Allow your loving spirit to do the same…

Just allow yourself to be

Breathe

Smile

Laugh

Give yourself permission to be less than what the world may perceive to be perfect…enjoy it.

And remember when you try anything…with a little kindness…there is no mountain that you cannot climb.

Where Does Your Mind Go


Where does your mind go when you aren’t busy ?
What catches your eye ?
What made the first tear fall ?
Are u afraid to die ?
How much of your life
Is spent forgetting to live ?
Is it really better to receive
And harder to try and give ?
Who is that special lady ?
Whose spirit leads to that thought ?
Is your soul intact…
Or has it in fact…been bought?
What makes your heart jump
Who makes your day brighter
Who eases your mind
And makes your load lighter?
Whomever or whatever
Takes your core to the next level
Know that it is you…whom I love
And will gladly do it…forever


Embrace your moments
They are over far to fast
Create loving memories
That will forever last
Laugh away your clouds
Attract positive energy
Celebrate yourself
And all humanity
Now this may be harder
But to everyone…try to forgive
Remember it matters not
How we died…but how we lived
So sprinkle that sunshine
Through your smile and grace
You were born from greatness
It’s written all over your face
So enjoy your day
With all your might
May your life be filled with love
And your heart with light
I Love you !

Embrace


Embrace your multi facets
Hold on to who you are
I am the shining moon
Bright as the northern star
I am fire
I am ice
I am naughty
As I am nice
I can be frustrating
But I am loyal
I am as understanding
As I am royal
I am calm
Or can be a storm
Mysterious as a
Mythical unicorn
I can be as brilliant
As the Northern Lights
And will love you
With all my might
So on days when even you
Doubt who you may be
When you feel all alone
You will always have me
So smile through the darkness
Be the rainbow for others
Remember we are your
Sisters and brothers
I wish you peace…
But maybe not silence
Stand up for those
Who even seem defiant
Love love love love
With all that you have
Depend on past memories
When things are looking bad
Embrace your inner wolf
Roar like a lion
Learn to laugh out loud
When you feel like crying
Until we meet again
From my lips to the Gods above
May your days be filled with light
And your life filled with love

Some Days


Some days are harder than others
Some days the guilt of my existence
Is just overwhelming
Some days I think of her and smile
I imagine those blue eyes
Laughing when people have warred against me
Sometimes I can still see that blonde hair
Making me envious…lol
Sometimes I still smell her perfume
Some days I can still hear her words ringing in my ears
“I’m not strong enough to live without you…so God will have to take me first ”
Sometimes…I get so angry
At her self prophetic demise
She only had one fear
“I’m afraid one day I will fall asleep and never wake up ”
And one day…
She didn’t
And now all I can do
Is hope when she looks down on me
She is proud…
Of the woman I have become
Of the choices I have made
But I swear…
Missing her…
Is more painful
Than Lupus or Cancer
Bc I have survived those
But everyday
I get up
And I thank her
By living
By trying
By loving…all people
Bc sometimes…
Everyone needs that
I know I do

The Truth


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The Truth

In 2014, one year ago today.

Over 200 African girls were kidnapped while at school

The world seemed to gasp in fear and disbelief

But slowly, other new stories flogged our air waves

And eventually the thought of those innocent children

Would begin to fade away

We became concerned about Ebola

We mourned the death of Robin Williams

We became suspicious of Bill Cosby

Bobbi Kristina’s life became a headliner

And the United States was devastated by the Ferguson injustice

But in the meantime in AFRICA

The families of these 200 girls

Pleaded

Cried

Screamed

And missed

200 Missing school girls

To the media…possibly

They were just a number to be read

Perhaps they were just a statistic to be reported

Just another story to try to destroy

Our spirit

It made me weak every time I read about them

Were they even alive

We asked 6 months later

And a year later…

The chatter about their lives

Has stopped

As if these beautiful girls didn’t deserve more than

A few months of discussion

The media says we cannot handle more than one

Strong news story at a time

The media says we shouldn’t care AS MUCH

For people that do not live next door

And that would be the problem …wouldn’t it?

We rarely REALLY care about the children next door

Our thoughts are tied up in us

How we feel

Our situation

Our Pain

Our disappointments

Just think of how loved we would feel

If our Creator only thought of the needs needed for him/her

Where would the LIGHT come from

How would the LOVE change?

If we could start to think differently

Our reality would drastically evolve

And we wouldn’t have to be fed hand outs

From the news outlets

We could genuinely care about women mourning the loss of their daughters

Without judging their way of life

Without deciding all that she could have done better

If we could achieve personal harmony and peace

We could just hold the hand of one of those mothers

Look her in the eyes…

And say…I know

I know you are hurting

I know your heart is breaking

I know you feel all alone

And if you are able…

Look at her as a sister

Love her…without expectation

You might be surprised at how that love

Comes barreling back at you

I cannot imagine

What is was like to live with the horror

That those families have had to endure

And no matter what anyone says

No one deserved that fate

Seek answers… NO

Seek THE TRUTH

1500 Days


1500 Days

 

1500 days ago I experienced my FIRST REAL heartbreak.

1500 days ago was the first time I had noticed this emptiness in my heart.

1500 days ago was the last time her phone would call my house.

1500 days ago all our plans for the future, together, vanished.

1500 days ago…I started crying.

And all of these are true. But also:

1500 days ago I became thankful for just having known her.

1500 days ago I felt the need to share her with the world.

1500 days ago my moments with her became memories.

1500 days ago…life became more precious than silver or gold.

1500 days ago I learned how strong I REALLY am.

You see, 1500 days ago, she left this place. It was unexpected…but soon became reality.

And while the tears will still find me and often catch me off guard; I know she suffers no more.

I know that she is safe and no one can ever again cause her harm.

1500 days ago I became humbled…at how very fragile life can be.

And while I miss my sister, like nothing I have ever experienced, I know her love lifts me up.

I know she is watching over me and my family…smiling.

And sometimes when a tear rolls down my cheek unexpectedly…I swear I can feel her hand wipe it away.

So on this 1500th day…I celebrate life, love and an amazing woman.

So 1500 days later, she still makes me smile…when I think of her.

And my gift to you, on this 1500th day…embrace life.

Take no moment for granted.

Say, YES I CAN.

Then DO.

Take advantage of every opportunity you have in this life, to create a chain of hope.

Link with people…who may have given up.

Shine your light all over humanity.

Love everyone…especially YOURSELF.

You have to be strong…the world will test you.

And while I wouldn’t wish my 1500th day on ANYONE…

I made it…I am still here.

We have work to do…

For even on my 1500th day…

I love you still!

The Storm


The Storm

 

I have written and spoken many times about Domestic Violence. This is something that I, personally, survived. I know there are some people that may want me to be quiet about it and there are others that may NEED me to be quiet about it. But the problem with this is that I dream of a world where women don’t have to hide their faces in social media. I dream of a time and place where women don’t have to hide bruises or make excuses for a man that has no self-control.

Whether this is a world that you are unaware of or if it’s a life that you have and are trying to keep quiet…here is my message to you:

I survived a difficult cycle in my life…but there are others that are experiencing it and have no voice. I will continue to speak out on this, because whether it fits into our ideas about who a person “really” is or not…this behavior exists. Unless you have been through this, I don’t even think you could fathom what that life is like. And if any of us want this behavior swept under the rug or would prefer that it is not spoken on here or on our radio show…I am left to wonder why?

Everything in the darkness always comes to light…no doubt about that; even if that light is only there to show us who we really are.

Abuse comes in all sizes and shapes, all races, creeds and religions; we cannot think that because a woman doesn’t come forward when WE think she should…if she comes forward at all, that it isn’t true. There is nothing as tormenting as hiding behind bushes hoping that you won’t be seen. There is nothing quite like…fearing nighttime. There is nothing like being afraid everywhere you go…no one should have to live that way…yet there are those of us who will tell you…that struggle is very real.

I will not minimize it or make it seem “not THAT bad” to make another person more comfortable. What happened to me and so many other women should be screamed from the rooftops…only then will this learned behavior stop.

There is nothing like the damage that abuse does to you. It leaves scars and we carry those scars forever. We forever carry around the weight that those types of experiences taint our souls with. It is one thing to survive it…that in itself is miraculous…because too many of us aren’t lucky enough to escape and others of us are too afraid to try but it is quite another to have to break the cycle. The real struggle is when we find real love…that everlasting love and we are so busy watching for cues and clues of abuse that we destroy the innocent in our lives. Of course, that is the point of abuse, to destroy us for another person. I beg of you to not let that happen. I know it isn’t easy. Bruises are so much simpler to hide and heal than a soul that has been tortured.

I will forever speak out against this horrific life cycle. I may make people uncomfortable, but if that is the case…maybe we should ask ourselves …why? Why do you, I or anyone need this swept under the rug? Are we sick of hearing about it or are we hiding who we really are? Are we speaking out of line with the people in our lives? Calling one another names…belittling one another. Is this the best that we can do? Would silencing me make things easier?

Unfortunately silencing me will not change anything…and too many of my sisters are being battered and broken, by people that claim to love them. The time for awakening is now. We don’t have time to sit around and try to figure out why he hits, pushes, slaps, punches, or verbally assaults her. We have no more time to try to find an understanding about why he holds her captive monetarily. While I hope these individuals get the help that they need…it is not the victims place to try and FIX him…because you didn’t break him. Sometimes we have to love people from afar.

As for myself, I will continue to speak out against anyone…male or female that abuses another human being. No one should have to live this way and hiding from it …changes nothing. If you are a man or woman in this situation…speak out…you have a voice. You are not alone…reach out.

For all others that have requested that I silence my thunder…the storm is just beginning…buckle up.

I wish you all light and love.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/mrol

 

~LM Young

Here


Here

No matter what you are feeling
No matter what struggle keeps calling your name
No matter who your enemies are
OR who seems to be winning the game

I will promise you this
On all that I own
The sun always rises
And You Are Not Alone

I know you may feel broken
I know the road makes you weary
But I can promise you one thing
That I can see most clearly

It is always darkest before dawn
This I have always known
Hold your head up beautiful warrior
For You Are Not Alone

So when the battle flags are flying

When no hope seems to be in sight

Hold on to the old promise

You will be alright

For these are the lessons

Separates the children from us

These moments will aid in

Teaching that enough is enough

And as surely as I write this

There is a soul that is crying out

About how alone they feel

They just want to cry…no shout

No matter how difficult the lesson may be

No matter how long til it has passed

This is the temporary journey

It’s not meant to last

So pick up your heart

Dust off your tattered soul

While I tell you another thing

That you may or may not know

You are not measured by man

Not his intention or reason

You were cultivated in pure love

And THAT never goes out of season

Upward and onward for you

The message is clear

I am here for you

And will always be near

                                    ~LM Young


Recently, My Rays of Light Radio did a show about Domestic Violence.

The show was not just about Domestic Violence, in general terms…but I shared my own person struggle with this terrifying crime.

Violence on any level is inexcusable, but when the people that we love and trust, not only turn their backs…but their souls from us…it can feel devastating.

It was brought to my attention that perhaps I was just using my bout with abuse, to try and collect sympathy. I found this thought…deeply disturbing and I was hurt and angered by words from a stranger.

But please allow me to squash that ill placed thought.

I, nor anyone else, need sympathy. I do ask, however, that we all try to develop some sense of understanding and compassion for the women, children and men that are forced to live like this.
Is there a way out? Usually. But the victim…is often too afraid of the idea, if they were able to get away….what would happen if he found her? Can you imagine the anger and rage that would find an abuser, if his/her only form of entertainment has escaped? Can you imagine being afraid to breathe, for fear of getting caught. What kind of violence would be laid on him/her then? What if they have kids? Who can keep the children safe if the victim cannot keep herself safe and sound?

This is true fear.

Talking about violence, when you are the victim…is necessary. If we keep quiet about this condition, too many people live with, it will continue. I pray that was not the intention of the person who felt the need to extend his/her thoughts my way. Domestic Violence touches one in three women…every day. Women are struck, slapped, punched, kicked, choked, raped, mentally manipulated, financially held prisoner and spiritually depleted. They are yelled at demeaned, demoralized, cursed at, and belittled. This is not a ploy for sympathy…it is simply the truth. This happens every day, to women, children, and men alike.

My Rays of Light Radio Network…will constantly shine light on issues…that thrive in the darkness.
Do I need sympathy, NO. Do I ask for your sympathy? NO.
But I caution you…we wary of your thoughts…for you always get from the universe…all that you put into it.

My Rays of Light Radio Network

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