Posts Tagged ‘ Love ’

Photo Friday – Old Cars

Sunday Afternoon After Church

Initially, I had not planned to submit for this week’s Photo Friday because time did not permit me to take a picture of an old vehicle.  Additionally, I did not have any photos that I had previously taken.  But the rules were adjusted somewhat this week, whereas we can submit pics that we did not take.  So I thought I’d share a picture taken in the early 60’s of my mother and aunt Anna.  Both have gone on to another realm; bless their souls. 

Sunday afternoons after church in the 60’s were so full of neighborhood and family values: Families and friends gathering together for Soul Food, good conversation–everyone wearing their Sunday best – so full of love and tradition.  Boy do I ever miss those days.  I myself often carry out the Sunday tradition; but unlike the days of old, it’s always me doing all the cooking and most of us did not come from church!  Wow do I miss the days when many of the women gathered in the steamy kitchen talking trash, laughing – whilst the men, admiring their families, talked “business” in the dining room.  Now I know that we’ve progressed so much from the 60’s; but some things, in my opinion, did not promote progress, but a sense of individuality bringing forth separation that saddens me.   No longer do I see the community and family unity – everyone’s for self now.  This, in my opinion, has caused depression, poverty, violence and a malady of social problems.  So today, let’s strive to live that life of the 60’s, and bring family and community together. 

Sunday Afternoons After Church ~By CordieB

Oh how I miss the days of old . . .

When family unity was the goal

Of every bright or weary soul

Oh how I miss the lost tradition

When helping hands was the mission

When we knew all our neighbor’s names

When we’d speak to all who peacefully came

walking down the clean sidewalks

stopping for friendly gossip and small talk

When neighbors would watch over the young

and everyone knew every one

when neighbors could spank that ass

for talking smart or acting fast

and then I’d get another one

after the neighbor told my dad or mom

When children still played hide and seek

When strong families always helped the weak

When unity meant what it should

and not simply another cliche’ buzz word

When fathers could not abandon theirs

without humilitation, points and stares

and of course lots and lots of old folk’s prayers

When the corner store owner lived in the neighborhood

and there was no such thing as “living in the hood”

And people usually acted like they knew they should

The Sunday afternoons after church dismissed

When family and neigbors gathered to reminice

And laugh and cry and love each other

and every one was treated like a sister or brother

I miss it all, but alas life goes on

So at least I’ll carry the tradition on

So if you miss those days, come visit soon

My home on Sunday Afternoons

~Written By CordieB

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The Sands of Ebony Time ~By CordieB


Photo Courtesy of G and CordieB, Together AKA, G Love.

The Sands of Ebony Time Shows on My Face
The bitter – sweetness of life and love leaves its trace
From whence an infant of purity and innocence
To timeless history and the beauty of woman’s essense

The lines shown around my deep brown eyes
Are lines of much laughter, joys and cries
My hands are wearing down like melten butter
From years of living love; caring for self and others

The expressions on my face reflect so clear
Wisdom and insight gained throughout the years
Living and loving through thick and thin
Embracing God’s grace and mercy of love within

Sharing my love with so many souls
Giving of self as time takes its toll
On body and mind as life’s novel reveals
More mysteries for the heart if life so wills

Reeping the blessing of so many souls
Gracious of the puzzle that made life whole
For me as the time passes so quickly it seems
Like only yesterday, I dreamth my very first dreams

As the sands of time harmonize with the winds of fate
that causes all living beings to disinigrate and dissipate
but love survives, energizes and recreates
And so life cycles and moves to invigorate

 

The newborne babe who starts life anew
And through his eyes reaches out to me and you
Then suddenly we realize life’s wonders starts again,
and were’re intricately part of a bigger plan . . .
 
To ensure that love for life continues on
By sharing wisdom, knowlege by passing on
the Hands of Ebony Time’s blessed seed
To all kindred spirits whose souls we feed.
~Written By CordieB.

Photo Friday – Ponds, Rivers, Lakes or Seas

Today’s Photo Friday is entitled: Ponds, Rivers, Lakes or Seas

and was chosen by  me.

Follow the links below for other entries (I will add links as entries come in!):

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Lou of BlahBlahblog is still away travelling in Malawi  but you might like to read her blog (posted in absentia)

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Me and G love spending lazy afternoons and evenings at the Pony Pasture James River Rapids.  It’s such a relaxing experience; a natural spa.   I took these with a throw away camera; for fear of slipping on a rock and dropping my camera in the water; so the pics don’t have real good quality.  But, the day was absolutely fantastic.  Anyone know a good water proof digital camera?

Valley of My Dolls

Valley of the Dolls ~Dionne Warwick

Gotta get off, gonna get
Have to get off from this ride
Gotta get hold, gonna get
Need to get hold of my pride

When did I get, where did I
How was I caught in this game
When will I know, where will I
How will I think of my name

When did I stop feeling sure, feeling safe
And start wondering why, wondering why
Is this a dream, am I here, where are you
What’s in back of the sky, why do we cry

Gotta get off, gonna get
Out of this merry-go-round
Gotta get off, gonna get
Need to get on where I’m bound

When did I get, where did I
Why am I lost as a lamb
When will I know, where will I
How will I learn who I am

When did I stop feeling sure, feeling safe
And start wondering why, wondering why
Is this a dream, am I here, where are you
What’s in back of the sky, why do we cry

Gotta get off, gonna get
Need to get off of this ride
Gonna get on, gonna get
Gotta get on where I’m bound

Dedicated to all the Dolls who might feel they are in the Valley today.  

Peace, Light and Love . . . CordieB

Photo Friday – Emotions – Peace At Last

 

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A Mother’s Love

A Mother’s Love is never failing . .

Never sick, never ailing . . .

Through time and space go hand and glove

They can’t defeat a mother’s love.

~CordieB.

 

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