Laying It Down

Called her last night and she said she hadn't heard from me in ages.  I reminded her that I'd called for her birthday 2 weeks previously.   Then, I thought, perhaps her concept of 'ages' has changed since she spends so much time alone.  I asked if she'd taken her meds.  She'd taken them in the morning thanked me for mentioning since she'd forgotten the evening dosages.   A friend of my cousin's visited that day and for her the pleasure of the visit ceased early since, as she related, they had little in common, she couldn't remember whether the child with the woman was that woman's first or last.   She didn't want to ask as she did not want her not remembering to be the subject of gossip.   The woman didn't know when to go she said, irritably.  I asked, "are you bored because you're forgetting or forgetting because you're bored?"  She says, "50-50".   Deep silence that turns to the dead air of the phone. ...

Started to write this one morning in September when I came out of the shower and realised that yet again the girls were bowing (no, they're not down to my knees) and began to laugh my head off.  Never finished the article and cannot remember what else I wanted to say.  Yet, I do hope that you enjoy and find some good in this article.  It's October and it's Breast Cancer month.

Wrote this on my cell on August 25, 2015.  I reproduce it just as it came out of my brain, no corrections in grammar, structure or content, since this came from the heart. 

At 17 years of age, after reading the Biblical parable  of the three servants left talents by their Master (Matthew 25: 14-30), I decided that I wasn't going back to God with my talents unused.  The use of and development of my talents has been all I've wanted out of life and it scares me to think that I may die without truly understanding or using them, so that it benefits the Master within us all.

Understanding this is the silly season I listen and read with a bit of a scowl on my face all the crap said by and poured onto the political candidates but people, please leave the families alone, especially the children.    Good, bad, or indifferent,  Internet information is there ad infinitum and the sins of the fathers shouldn't follow the children. Until

08/05/2015  4:48 a.m . Raphel Terrace, Diego Martin, Trinidad and Tobago. Jeannelle Bernard.  All rights reserved. It's a new day with new things to see and do and new ways to look at things! 08/0502015 around 5:15 a.m. Jeannelle Bernard.  All rights reserved Each day when we are blessed with seeing the new day, we have the opportunity to look at our lives in new ways.  It ain't always easy!   My new way is to accept life as it comes and to continue to believe that it is all Divine intervention.  I'm looking for the beauty in everything.  I'm looking at my neighbourhood in a new way; what's beautiful in my neighbourhood and new to me?  Nature is the beauty in this lower-class neighbourhood, that I now call home.  Same space, different face. Have you found a new way at looking at things in our life?  Won't you please share? Until

This week is a revered one for Christians.  It is the Holy Week.  The week when we followers of Christ contemplate the agony He went through for us.  In my contemplation, I'm still stuck on Palm Sunday; my mind is pondering on how quickly we human beings can move from praise and adulation to condemnation and abhorence! Today, as we read Mark 15, the suffering of Jesus is brought to bear, the mockery and humiliation!  I am humbled to know that the Prince of Peace accepted such degradation for me!  I am also struck by the revelation that often in life we too go through our "holy week" and I ask myself "how many times have we been praised yesterday and criticized today by the very persons  in whom we've trusted?" How many times have our virtues been labelled as iniquities?  I am taken aback when I study these things.  What's more, I ask myself "how many times have I shown love which quickly turned to anathema?"  How many times have I cruci...