Finding Beauty in Desolation


Sometimes we become too distracted by the stone cold ugliness this world throws at us, and miss the nuance of quiet beauty that blossoms, thrive and survives in the midst of desolation.BeautyBeauty, Encouragement, Optimistic


What If Wednesday: The Value of People

What If Wednesday, Jewels, The Value of People

What if we valued people like we place value on precious gems and other treasures? So often, we hear the cry about not getting paid fairly or for what we think we are worth. Guess what, you will never be. We have impressive resumes and loads of experience that seem obsolete to many HR Managers in the world we currently live in. It leaves us scratching our heads in confusion about the devaluing of our accomplishments and embracing what appears to be flippant, nonchalant attitudes from the inexperienced with a poor work ethic.

As our elders live in their winter season, so many are tucked away and forgotten, because we are too busy and there are too many other more important things to attend to. Little do we realize, they hold many valuable stories and lessons that will help us to rise with grace in our technologically advanced society. When our children are curious and ask many questions, do we merely give them a smartphone or computer notepad and tell them to go somewhere because you are busy?

When we finally realize that we devalued the valuable, will it be too late?

What If Wednesday: If You Were a Tool

What If Wednesday, Tools, Hammer, Wrench, Pliers, Screwdriver

What if you had to choose what type of tool you would be and why, what would your decision be? Would you be a hammer, a wrench, a screwdriver, a saw, a clamp, a drill, a trowel, a level, a utility knife, a chisel or pliers?

I thought about this question while I was doing some repairs around the house and it was not as easy of a decision to make, as one would think. I was also reminded of the song If I Had a Hammer, sung by many performers like Pete Seeger, Trini Lopez, Sam Cooke, Peter~Paul~and Mary, and Aretha Franklin. According to online sources, “If I Had a Hammer (The Hammer Song)” was written by Pete Seeger and Lee Hays in 1949. It was written in support of the progressive movement and was first recorded by The Weavers, a folk music quartet composed of Seeger, Hays, Ronnie Gilbert, and Fred Hellerman.

What if you were a tool, which tool would you be? How useful would you be to others who needed and depended on you? What if?


Soul Sunday Shoutout to My Blogging Buddies

Megaphone, Shoutout

Today, I’m sending a Soul Sunday Shoutout to my following blogger friends. Be sure to stop by their blogs by simply clicking on their images and show them some love today y’all! Cheers and Happy Sunday!

Blogger, Healthy Lifestyle

Image Credit: Healthy Lifestyle

Blogger, Tom's Nature-up-close Photography and Mindfulness Blog

Image Credit: Tom’s Nature-up-close Photography and Mindfulness

Sharonchy, Blogger

Image Credit: Sharonchy

Bernard Chinua, Blogger

Image Credit: Bernard Chinua | Motivation. Focus. Achievement.


Pocketful of Smiles

Image Credit: Candace N. Bisram | A Pocketful of Smiles




Oxford Junior

Image Credit: Imad Benmoussa| Oxford Junior

Vwani, Blogger

Image Credit: Vwani

A Better Man, Blogger

Image Credit: A Better Man

Blogger, Happy Healthy Tash

Image Credit: Happy Healthy Tash


Image credit: A Piecemeal Adventurer

Happy New Year: A New Day, A New Month, A New You!

Happy New Year

Well, it is 2018 Y’all!

Here we begin a new week, a new day, a new month in a new year at the same time. It’s exciting, yet kind of scary in the same breath. What will this new year bring? We don’t have a crystal ball to see into the future so we really don’t know. Yet, we must have an abiding faith to help us with the unexpected, the good, tragic and ugly. The older we get the more we try to understand this concept of life. While we know things will happen that will make us smile, laugh, frown or cry, though we may not like it, we try to remain steadfast and hold on to an ounce of strength and endurance. 

As we celebrate this burst of newness, we try to keep our focus on destiny’s path. On that path, we don’t know what to expect but as we pay attention to the road signs along our highway we will learn to make the necessary adjustments when and where needed.

Wishing all of you a prosperous, productive and exciting year ahead! No resolutions, just strategic, doable goals!

What If Wednesday: Compassion?

Compassion, Thinking, Tranquility

What if we stepped outside of the “me-me-me” syndrome and begin showing more compassion to our seniors, our disabled, the abused and downtrodden, the marginalized, the ignored, the forgotten and those who are internally, externally and tribally different from us? Compassion. What if?


It Happened on My Cliff of Fear

Cliffs, Rock Climbing, Courage

Have you ever had a “hanging on the cliff” experience, not literally, but figuratively? If you haven’t, you probably will and will probably face them on more occasions than you care to admit. Sometimes these experiences can be debilitating because we run into problems that seem unsolvable, problems you did not create. It is during those times when we feel like we are dangling by one hand off of a cliff and no one is around to grab you by the arms and hoist you up.

Recently, I had an epiphany I have experienced before. During my cliff-hanging, dark valley days, I survived because I had to up the anty of my faith, the substance of things hoped for. It’s not easy dealing with circumstances you have no control over, yet you panic and keep trying to solve the problem anyway. Gradually, I drove through my fears with conviction because I felt I ran out of options. It is then that I finally realized I was not just hanging off of a cliff, I was actually strengthening my spiritual core because I was more focused on the climb, one step at a time.

It Happened on My Cliff of Fear

My world began spinning in acute chaos

overwhelmed by the fear of falling and failing

I was hanging on, slipping into the arms of death

from a cliff, too afraid to look down in fear


in my dangling, gripping the jagged edges

cut, bruised, weak but miraculously not broken

I realized in my struggle to poise my footsteps

cliffs can either be intimidating or inviting


casting my eyes above, reaching upward for support

I cried out to God to help me in my hopelessness

I will not succumb to the rubbish of anxiousness

clenching audacity to defy the valley of suffering


no longer frantic or paralyzed by the pit of agony

I used a divine strength I didn’t realize I had

at such a time as this, I surrendered to courage

the Solid Rock pulled me upon which I now stand.

© Kym Gordon Moore