Sunday

Sunday I woke up feeling loved.  Sunday is my favorite day of the week. Today I worship. 

 On Friday I received news that a fellow writer, 12 years old, was diagnosed with brain cancer. She was sent by ambulance to the Children’s Hospital in Oakland. A beautiful child with a beautiful spirit. She loves to write. She can pull through, this type of cancer is survivable even though it sounds scary.

When I went to see  her in the hospital Saturday evening she told me and anyone who would listen that she wanted to go home and pray to God in her house. All of the adults assured her that she could not leave the hospital. However, as I think about it now; she can go home.  We all can go to another place in our mind and in our spirit. Once there we not only find  his comfort we find solutions to the answer. We get closure.             

The preacher this morning was a woman. She spoke about moving forward. For me what that means is regardless of what is thrown in your path you persevere. You run your race and refuse to look over the shoulders at another. Evverytime that you look over your should to see who is gaining you – the slower you become.            

Yolande Barial
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Seeks to Enrich the Lives of Women through Spoken and Written Word.
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Article – Published

I owe my gratitude to my writing coach Teresa Leyung Ryan for her coaching, guidance and disciplined determinate spirit. She told me to blog daily. My goal was to be comfortable with writing daily and to become published. I began this journey in January 2010.  I was published January 28, 2011.  Thank you Teresa.  http://lovemadeofheart.com/blog/ Thank you Tracy Press.

Yolande Barial
Your Words Project: Speaking on Purpose

Seeks to Enrich the Lives of Women through Spoken and Written Word.
510-589-6445

https://yolandebarial.wordpress.com/

http://www.redroom.com/member/yolandebarial

ybarial@gmail.com

“Through her inspirational writings and spiritual poetry, Yolande Barial empowers women of all ages to be on purpose.”

Cell Phones

I was up and at ’em early on Saturday taking care of business and making sure my children were all safe and sound.  It was my day to be all by myself. My children were with their father for most of the day.  As I was driving my van, I noticed how many people are just tuned out and not at all focused for the task at hand. This task which entails concentration is called driving. 

People are holding the cell phone and steering with one hand on the wheel, they have the cell phone wedged in between their shoulder and the side of their jaw and holding the steering wheel, they have a blue tooth in one ear and the phone in their lap, they have ear buds in their ears and are so totally consumed by their conversation that they may cut you off in traffic and not even know it.  Then I see people walking their dogs on the cell phone, people walking their children in strollers on the cell phone,  mothers and fathers at parks on the cell phone while their children yell at them to look at them slide down the slide, there are people jogging, riding bicycles and riding skateboards on cell phones and shopping with the cell phone and going down aisle after aisle asking the mysterious other what they should buy and what they think about what they buy.  I mean really, people can we just admit it we are hooked.  I would say that this obsession with  holding a small black rectangular shaped thing stems from the fascination with the remote control. It is like we are addicted to crack cocaine, we know it is too much yet we do it again and again and over and over. 

Just because you have a cell phone does NOT mean I have to listen to your entire conversation nor do I want to listen to your entire conversation. Cell phones are great when you are alone and no one can hear and you are not intruding on another’s’ space.  I do not like cell phones when they prevent me from conducting the business that I came here for.  Cell phones are addictive.  Once you have one, you have to hold it, touch it, look at it, adjust it. It is something that once you have it, it appears to simply take control of your life. Seems like you lose track of time.  At once you appear to have been placed about 8 miles down the road when in reality you drove down the road. Cell phones serve their purpose and our society is better off for being able to communicate. However, the outcomes will far outweigh   the benefits of such an existence.  

 We have done our children a disservice. There is something to be said for actually having the ability to hold a conversation that actually makes sense and has a noun and a verb of the correct tense; it has a subject and a predicate.  That is our fault, the grown folk. 

Retiring at 55 cannot come soon enough!

Yolande Barial
Your Words Project: Speaking on Purpose

Seeks to Enrich the Lives of Women through Spoken and Written Word.
510-589-6445

https://yolandebarial.wordpress.com/

http://www.redroom.com/member/yolandebarial

ybarial@gmail.com

“Through her inspirational writings and spiritual poetry, Yolande Barial empowers women of all ages to be on purpose.”

Reality TV – Whose?

Reality t.v.? Come on, whose reality has to be the first question and the second question is whose reality and the third question is are you kidding?

Yolande Barial
Your Words Project: Speaking on Purpose
Seeks to Enrich the Lives of Women through Spoken and Written Word.
510-589-6445

https://yolandebarial.wordpress.com/

http://www.redroom.com/member/yolandebarial

ybarial@gmail.com

“Through her inspirational writings and spiritual poetry, Yolande Barial empowers women of all ages to be on purpose.”

Sunday – Aaah yes!

My favorite day has come and is almost gone.  Along with a pretty busy week, this was indeed the day I look forward to arriving.  I get ready for service by allowing myself time to be alone.  In solitude I get to hear the me that speaks only when I am alone.  When the inner Yolande speaks it can be as loud as the sound of thunder or as hushed as the wind blowing ever so lightly rustling the little tag attached to the seat cushion of the chairs outside on the patio that say “do not remove.” That voice comes on Sunday mornings becomes I wait for it, I prepare for it, I get ready for it; like Christmas, I know it is coming and I know it will arrive today because it always comes and it always does.  This morning I heard the words One and Word and I heard the phrase Power of Words.  I hear the word  One because I am planning to write a piece about the fact that all movements begin with just one person, one note – One and then I saw the word One on an advertisement that spoke about there is only one choice from Joyce Meyer,  as I opened up the mail that had been sitting on my bed since Friday, waiting for me to open and then when I went to church the pastor’s topic was the Power of Words and he added that One can change the direction of someone’s life with a Word.  These small seemingly coincidental events are how the spirit speaks to me.  I have learned over these past many years to pay attention.  That is how I write my best poems, my best columns and my best letters when inspired.

 As my fingers touch each letter on my laptop’s keyboard; they know without me even thinking what I am saying, how to transmit my immediate thoughts into a word that is readable and understandable, knowing exactly where to touch for the comma, the semicolon, or the period in order to make these transmitted thoughts make sense to the reader.  It is in my one mind that all of these thoughts come out. Today I was flooded with so many thoughts that I added to the many post-it notes stuck to the mirror in my bedroom.  A bedroom which I adore.  As I sit in my prepared and always consistent seat in the church pew, right side of the church, 3rd, 4th or 5th row, I am comfortable and I am relaxed.  I am home.

Here I write the words that I hear the pastor say in my journal and with each move of my pen, I find that my writing speed increases and I go to a place deep inside me where I can feel the hot breath on the inside of my body. That is His spirit who lives in me.  When I finish the thoughts – my pen is placed into my purse and I hold my journal and read it.  I not only see the words the pastor spoke that I have written, I see the words that the spirit allowed my pen to ink to paper to write and these words speak to me only through the pastor’s lips.

I see Jesus was one, one bible, one word, the living work, the breathing word. I see children are one and can make a difference.  This is how I write. The spirit gives me the word and it is One Word.  I am home.

Yolande Barial
Your Words Project: Speaking on Purpose

Seeks to Enrich the Lives of Women through Spoken and Written Word.
510-589-6445

https://yolandebarial.wordpress.com/

http://www.redroom.com/member/yolandebarial

ybarial@gmail.com

“Through her inspirational writings and spiritual poetry, Yolande Barial empowers women of all ages to be on purpose.”

Foreclosed Christmas

It’s a Foreclosed Christmas and a …… Happy New Year?

The only thing that my 9 -year old said would make her happy was to have a dog for Christmas.  She is prone to dramatic episodes that have been acted out on stages as large as the living room and as small as the area of the home she refers to as her bedroom; or the bedroom I allow her to sleep in.  The Monday she wrote a letter to Santa Claus telling him she had to have a dog, I was steadfast and firm on my decision. No dog. However, by Friday I could feel that her heart was breaking. She cried, she moaned, she moped, she was sad. I have never seen her like this before. My entire weekend was spent mourning the fact that I made my child unhappy. I physically felt the words that my mother said to me when I was a child when she saw that she had hurt me and that was that the action hurt her more than it hurt me.   

During this time of mourning over what I could not give my child, I began to reflect upon the times in which we now live. Times when parents cannot give their children even the basics. There are parents who have lost their jobs and whose homes have been foreclosed upon.  Parents who are forced to move and uproot their lives and the lives of their children through circumstances that are in many ways out of their control.  Parents who can no longer provide health care for their families and toys and gifts for their children this season. Parents who have done the best that they know how only to find out it is just not enough. This year we have learned that life is precious and time is fleeting and that we must all work together or not work at all. It is a time to put aside differences in parties and in ideologies and get to the business of planning a future for our children’s future.

What does living through all of these changes do to a child? What does a child feel when the person or persons that are called upon to provide can no longer do so? What do the eyes of a child see as they look into their parents’ eyes and know that the parent is unsure and that parent feels remorse? What happens to the child’s feelings of safety? What happens to the parent who has been foreclosed upon, who watches their child hurt for Christmas….a Happy New Year?

Your Words Project: Speaking on Purpose
Seeks to Enrich the Lives of Women through Spoken and Written Word.
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 “Through her inspirational writings and spiritual poetry, Yolande Barial empowers women of all ages to be on purpose.”

Holiday

http://www.thekingcenter.org/KingHoliday/

Wikiepedia says that ” Martin Luther King, Jr. Day is a United States federal holiday marking the birthday of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. It is observed on the third Monday of January each year, which is around the time of King’s birthday, January 15. The floating holiday is similar to holidays set under the Uniform Monday Holiday Act, though the act predated the establishment of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day by fifteen years.

King was the chief spokesman for nonviolent activism in the civil rights movement, which successfully protested racial discrimination in federal and state law. The campaign for a federal holiday in King’s honor began soon after his assassination in 1968. Ronald Reagan signed the holiday into law in 1983, and it was first observed on January 20, 1986. At first, some states resisted observing the holiday as such, giving it alternative names or combining it with other holidays. It was officially observed in all 50 states for the first time in 2000.”

I slept in this morning. Today I spent the better part of the day cleaning my garage.  To be honest, I didn’t even think about why I was off until the day was done.  I had so much on my plate this weekend that had to be accomplished and today I completed my list.  As I spent the day with all 3 children somewhere in the vicinity, I was all alone.  I was in my thoughts which is a place I have grown to cherish as I continue the process of becoming seasoned.  In my thoughts the recurring phrase that I have adopted is thank you Lord.  I think that it has become my mantra, my space filler and my thing to say when there is nothing to say. This holds a place in my brain when there is nothing I am consciously aware of present – it prevents me from wandering into the negatives of the past and dwelling on what I coulda’ done or what I shoulda’ done. It allows me to be constantly in touch with why I am here and what I have yet to fulfill. It keeps me in the attitude of thanks.  As the day wound down, I went to the versatel  machine and noticed 2 gentlemen get out of their cars and walk up to the banks’ door to open it. After pulling on it twice they each stepped back and looked at the door as if to make sure they were pulling on it correctly and then curiously wondering why the bank was closed.  I smiled and said it’s a holiday. When I went to choir rehearsal a lady said that she went to her mailbox 2 times before she remembered that today was a national holiday. 

I faintly remember the controversy that was brought up by this day becoming a national holiday.  I remember that there were people who felt that it should not be a national holiday and the sentiment was from all races. The thought was that the celebration of MLK’s life would become relegated to what President’s Day has become, which is a sale on mattresses and a sale on furniture and the reason for the day off gets lost in the sale.  I remember as a younger woman believing that these people had a point.  I can tell by our lack of programming on the television today to celebrate MLK, that this has become the case.  Not so much that it has become commercialized but the fact that there seems to be little attention paid from television or even from people like myself.  For that I realize, I have a lot of work to do to make sure that my children  and my children’s children  recognize what Martin Luther King, Jr’s legacy has meant to all people. They have to know from me who he was and what he stood for and the decency that he brought to the world. I am their role model and yet today I fell short.  I must do better.  “In the end we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.” Martin Luther King, Jr.

As I complete my thoughts I look up and Oprah is on.  She comes on out here at 11 p.m. and I record her nightly. She never fails to bring perspective. Her show tonight gives tribute to the MLK,  Jr. National Holiday by going back over the past 25 years of her show and reminding us of some of the topics that she had that had to do with race. “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” Martin Luther King, Jr.

 http://www.oprah.com/oprahshow/Race-on-The-Oprah-Show-A-25-Year-Look-Back

Yolande Barial
Your Words Project: Speaking on Purpose

Seeks to Enrich the Lives of Women through Spoken and Written Word.
510-589-6445

https://yolandebarial.wordpress.com/

http://www.redroom.com/member/yolandebarial

ybarial@gmail.com

“Through her inspirational writings and spiritual poetry, Yolande Barial empowers women of all ages to be on purpose.”