It is amazing how when time evolves, like love, it has the ability to seemingly take a three hundred and sixty degree turn, in most cases, for the best.
When you believe, anything is possible. And I find that out more everyday.
Today I had a vision...I noticed my dear friend walking around the pods, again today, and it made me instantaneously think about how a circumstance can often seem larger than the outcome. It was not too long ago that Mr. Powers, a long-standing patient on the Cardiac unit underwent a heart transplant, had some side effects take lace and was stationed in the intensive care unit for a few days, intubated too. That situation surely did not look promising. I met Mr. Powers, walking...in the same hallway he was now circling after recovery, still recovering. Watching this process, rejuvenated me, today, and made me appreciate time, the ability to watch a circumstance evolve--the beauty of a new day.
More to come as the Windows of Wisdom open....
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Cleansing your Teeth and Soul, Simultaneously
"When was the last time your dentist prayed over you...Do you hear soothing Christian music as you sit in the waiting room, or look at inspirational messages hanging from the walls?" -News Talk 1150, WTTT AM
These words were posted on a website, marketing El Shaddai Dental Associates, a relaxing atmosphere that Dr. Anthony Olatunji and his fellow associates have fostered into a warm place that feels more like a homely atmosphere than a dentist office.
I had the opportunity to visit, for the first time, five months ago--for a cleaning and my experience was something special. Of course, when we are touched, we have to share, especially since, news highlighting the negative usually takes precedence. I can speak volumes to the fact there is something special about walking into a dentist office, or anyhwhere for that matter: a spa, a clothing store, restaurant, or someone'e home, and feeling welcomed. In this case, hearing christian music playing softly in the background was soothing, and meeting staff who embody such a since of warmth, really gained my attention.
To be contined...
These words were posted on a website, marketing El Shaddai Dental Associates, a relaxing atmosphere that Dr. Anthony Olatunji and his fellow associates have fostered into a warm place that feels more like a homely atmosphere than a dentist office.
I had the opportunity to visit, for the first time, five months ago--for a cleaning and my experience was something special. Of course, when we are touched, we have to share, especially since, news highlighting the negative usually takes precedence. I can speak volumes to the fact there is something special about walking into a dentist office, or anyhwhere for that matter: a spa, a clothing store, restaurant, or someone'e home, and feeling welcomed. In this case, hearing christian music playing softly in the background was soothing, and meeting staff who embody such a since of warmth, really gained my attention.
To be contined...
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
A Miracle Delivered with Angel Wings
I usually greet him with a "Good Morning Mr. Powers."
He smiles.
I make my way over to his bed.
He raises his head, his arms, and meets me half way with a kiss on my cheek.
I find a new treasure in chatting with Mr. powers, everyday.
But this day...he had not much to say. He was nestled in a bed on the intensive care unit, 12D, seemingly more concerned about my feelings than his own. I made it one of the things on my priority list, to stop by and check in with Mr. Powers, as he surfaces in my mind.
Last week, after his heart transplant, I visited him on the 8th floor and he was talking, looked well and seemed to be recuperating. A few days passed. He entered my mind again, this is when I went on an attempt to find him.
Unknowing, I stopped by 12D and noticed Mr. Powers name posted on the board. It made wonder if that was Mr. Phillip Powers, so I asked. And I was told that it was.
Without any thought, I purelled my hands, gowned up, glanced around for a nurse, to assure I had permission to enter his room, then went in.
He laid flat on his back. Not as bright-faced as usual. "This has never happened to me before," were the last words he uttered before they incubated him. I held his hand for a few seconds...as he gripped my palm, until I felt it was time for me to walk away, with a saddened heart, nervous and border-line discouraged, I began pacing, asking God to hear my prayer in spite of what I heard: the likelihood of him having an infection around his heart or...pneumonia?
I tried to remain calm but my inner screamed:
"Lord, I know that faith is the substance of things unheard of and not seen, (something of that sort) but...I feel torn, help me to believe, help me to grab hold of the faith that I know I have," I said.
Shortly after, I activated my faith teary eyed and all. I left the Brigham, with a heavy heart, puffy eyes and red pupils, yet, somehow I managed keep myself together on the ride home. But, when we I reached the destination of my bedroom, I weeped asked God to please work what I felt like at the time would be a miracle. God however, already had angels assigned, without my knowing.
Fred Hammond's, soulful, sophisticated, intensely spiritual music has healed my soul on many occasions, so at this time I turned to this anointed singer/songwriter for musical encouragement and comfort. And the words of number 7 on his, Pages of Life CD, rocked my pain away, along with the gracious, hug that my special friend Neil sent via telephone air wave--which comforted me and before I knew it I was fast asleep, in a peaceful trance.
Saturday I took the time to think positive, stay cool and not attempt to do anything in my own spirit. Like, call Brigham seeking updates on Mr. Powers. I just relaxed, keeping him in my highest thoughts. With those actions, I got a sense of peace and I went with it.
Sunday my mother, father and I went to church. Pastor Clark delivered a simple sermon assuring the congregation of the powerful force angels embody--and how most importantly they are assigned to each of our lives. I immediately thought about my mother. "She's standing beside me with no broken bones," I thought. a smile of appreciation on her almost fully-healed face. Just one week ago she was After a terrible accident, where a woman drove out of an intersection without stopping at, forcing my mother to run into her and totaling our vehicle. She 's standing beside me after experiencing tremendous airbag abrasion, swollen lips, major pain...but she's breathing. The angels were certainly watching over her.
Secondly, I thought of my father, and my knees instantaneously got weak. If it were up to the enemies he would of been dead a long time ago, I remember thinking. But he is living even after years of abuse to his body, mind and spirit; after undergoing a heart attack and having on more than one occasion, suicidal thoughts--the angels have been beside him as well...keeping him alive, protected.
What a relevant word for a very relevant time. Even whle watching both my parents in the presence of God at service, at the same time, one with the spirit, one with me--thread that connects both their souls.
My mind was geared toward Mr. Powers. A man who has given me so much encouragment, shown me love, shared awesome insight, stories and much insiration. I thought about the relevancy of the angels that Pastor Clark spoke about, knowing they were with him as well.
I now know why some say, hold your peace and let the Lord fight your battles, because on Monday, as I walked into the Cardiac Intensive Care Unit, 12D, Mr. Powers was no longer intubated...in fact, the same man, who was slightly discolored, searching for words, was sitting up in a chair speaking freely to a team of 7 doctors, who were engrossed--taking notes.
I tip-toed back to my pod to sign his card--a card that I purchased on Saturday, apparently by faith, because here he was, doing exactly how the card captured. The card read:
"For He himself said he will never leave us nor forsake us..." Hebrews (not sure the exact verse). "Though sickness may get you down..." and continued describing how the view of each circumstance abroad is usually smaller than the outcome.
I've learned so much about Mr. Powers and it only seems like each day unfolds news discoveries. One important discovery is that he has special angels surrounding him at all times. Today 2-14-07, I learned that he is a father of three girls; that he enjoys reading more, "since" meeting me; that Disney stories like Beauty and The Beast, The Little Mermaid (which he has watched over 17 times) Lady and The Tramp are amongst his favorite movies--captivating to say the least. And even at the age of 67, soon to be 68 in exactly 7 days, he mentioned, he still gets teary eyed each time he watches these kind of movies--moved by each story.
Our inspirational talks remind me of the long talks I often have with my uncle, that i enjoy. I see Mr. P's eyes glisten, that makes me smile and my eyes tear up when he highlights the "special" aspects of my being. I can't take it all in. I love this man like a father, with the love we discussed today. The love that makes the world rotate in a positive direction.
For some reason I feel as if he is a part of me, like we're connected from some thread. Ancestral? I doubt it, but we certainly have something in common, for sure. And it moves me to be gentle.....to myself and embrace the warmth i often feel the need to radiate.
It is true that when we ask, we shall receive. For this I am grateful :)
Sasha
He smiles.
I make my way over to his bed.
He raises his head, his arms, and meets me half way with a kiss on my cheek.
I find a new treasure in chatting with Mr. powers, everyday.
But this day...he had not much to say. He was nestled in a bed on the intensive care unit, 12D, seemingly more concerned about my feelings than his own. I made it one of the things on my priority list, to stop by and check in with Mr. Powers, as he surfaces in my mind.
Last week, after his heart transplant, I visited him on the 8th floor and he was talking, looked well and seemed to be recuperating. A few days passed. He entered my mind again, this is when I went on an attempt to find him.
Unknowing, I stopped by 12D and noticed Mr. Powers name posted on the board. It made wonder if that was Mr. Phillip Powers, so I asked. And I was told that it was.
Without any thought, I purelled my hands, gowned up, glanced around for a nurse, to assure I had permission to enter his room, then went in.
He laid flat on his back. Not as bright-faced as usual. "This has never happened to me before," were the last words he uttered before they incubated him. I held his hand for a few seconds...as he gripped my palm, until I felt it was time for me to walk away, with a saddened heart, nervous and border-line discouraged, I began pacing, asking God to hear my prayer in spite of what I heard: the likelihood of him having an infection around his heart or...pneumonia?
I tried to remain calm but my inner screamed:
"Lord, I know that faith is the substance of things unheard of and not seen, (something of that sort) but...I feel torn, help me to believe, help me to grab hold of the faith that I know I have," I said.
Shortly after, I activated my faith teary eyed and all. I left the Brigham, with a heavy heart, puffy eyes and red pupils, yet, somehow I managed keep myself together on the ride home. But, when we I reached the destination of my bedroom, I weeped asked God to please work what I felt like at the time would be a miracle. God however, already had angels assigned, without my knowing.
Fred Hammond's, soulful, sophisticated, intensely spiritual music has healed my soul on many occasions, so at this time I turned to this anointed singer/songwriter for musical encouragement and comfort. And the words of number 7 on his, Pages of Life CD, rocked my pain away, along with the gracious, hug that my special friend Neil sent via telephone air wave--which comforted me and before I knew it I was fast asleep, in a peaceful trance.
Saturday I took the time to think positive, stay cool and not attempt to do anything in my own spirit. Like, call Brigham seeking updates on Mr. Powers. I just relaxed, keeping him in my highest thoughts. With those actions, I got a sense of peace and I went with it.
Sunday my mother, father and I went to church. Pastor Clark delivered a simple sermon assuring the congregation of the powerful force angels embody--and how most importantly they are assigned to each of our lives. I immediately thought about my mother. "She's standing beside me with no broken bones," I thought. a smile of appreciation on her almost fully-healed face. Just one week ago she was After a terrible accident, where a woman drove out of an intersection without stopping at, forcing my mother to run into her and totaling our vehicle. She 's standing beside me after experiencing tremendous airbag abrasion, swollen lips, major pain...but she's breathing. The angels were certainly watching over her.
Secondly, I thought of my father, and my knees instantaneously got weak. If it were up to the enemies he would of been dead a long time ago, I remember thinking. But he is living even after years of abuse to his body, mind and spirit; after undergoing a heart attack and having on more than one occasion, suicidal thoughts--the angels have been beside him as well...keeping him alive, protected.
What a relevant word for a very relevant time. Even whle watching both my parents in the presence of God at service, at the same time, one with the spirit, one with me--thread that connects both their souls.
My mind was geared toward Mr. Powers. A man who has given me so much encouragment, shown me love, shared awesome insight, stories and much insiration. I thought about the relevancy of the angels that Pastor Clark spoke about, knowing they were with him as well.
I now know why some say, hold your peace and let the Lord fight your battles, because on Monday, as I walked into the Cardiac Intensive Care Unit, 12D, Mr. Powers was no longer intubated...in fact, the same man, who was slightly discolored, searching for words, was sitting up in a chair speaking freely to a team of 7 doctors, who were engrossed--taking notes.
I tip-toed back to my pod to sign his card--a card that I purchased on Saturday, apparently by faith, because here he was, doing exactly how the card captured. The card read:
"For He himself said he will never leave us nor forsake us..." Hebrews (not sure the exact verse). "Though sickness may get you down..." and continued describing how the view of each circumstance abroad is usually smaller than the outcome.
I've learned so much about Mr. Powers and it only seems like each day unfolds news discoveries. One important discovery is that he has special angels surrounding him at all times. Today 2-14-07, I learned that he is a father of three girls; that he enjoys reading more, "since" meeting me; that Disney stories like Beauty and The Beast, The Little Mermaid (which he has watched over 17 times) Lady and The Tramp are amongst his favorite movies--captivating to say the least. And even at the age of 67, soon to be 68 in exactly 7 days, he mentioned, he still gets teary eyed each time he watches these kind of movies--moved by each story.
Our inspirational talks remind me of the long talks I often have with my uncle, that i enjoy. I see Mr. P's eyes glisten, that makes me smile and my eyes tear up when he highlights the "special" aspects of my being. I can't take it all in. I love this man like a father, with the love we discussed today. The love that makes the world rotate in a positive direction.
For some reason I feel as if he is a part of me, like we're connected from some thread. Ancestral? I doubt it, but we certainly have something in common, for sure. And it moves me to be gentle.....to myself and embrace the warmth i often feel the need to radiate.
It is true that when we ask, we shall receive. For this I am grateful :)
Sasha
Friday, February 2, 2007
"Surrendering to the air so that these words may bring wings to my feet." -Kat Neil I mean Noel
Can you imagine if everyone at least, on some level attempted to do this, what the world would be like?
Whether it be the musican...
The Writer...
The Artist...
The stay at home mom, sho happens to be a graphic designer...
The Vocalist... Perhaps my dear friend Jessica, if she'd ever consider
Can you imagine if everyone at least, on some level attempted to do this, what the world would be like?
Whether it be the musican...
The Writer...
The Artist...
The stay at home mom, sho happens to be a graphic designer...
The Vocalist... Perhaps my dear friend Jessica, if she'd ever consider
The Natural Way...
Kat calls the process of letting your natural hair take it's course as letting a "soul that lives within..." come alive...I love her way of describing it.
Alice Walker puts into words the beautiful growth of natural hair sprouting as knowing, "precisely what hair wanted: it wanted to grow, to be itself, ...to be left alone by anyone, including me, who did not love it as it was, in Living By The Word: Selected Writings 1973-1987.
I've been saying it for years, I know, i do. But perhaps this time is the season. This weekend, my friend said something profound that has stuck with me, as I will carry it with me for this entire process. I remember the We were all standing in front of a mirror, I'll never forget how the words came forth. She was getting to know at her new hair, twisting the coils and shaping them into imperfect bunches; I was dancing to the music playing and, and attempting to style my hair in an updue, when I turned to Kat and mentioned to her,"I feel I need help with this process. Before I could elaborate, she interrupted me and whispered, "Sash, when your ready you won't need any help."
She didn't know this but I has not a word to say..I was speechless, "what an amazing way of putting it into a thought. Contimplating...I pulled out specks of my hair hair to inspect, closely.
The texture. The feel. The look. It isn't me.
I've always wanted watch my natural hair come alive but I feared the process. Nonetheless, I am ready, today. I have to extend a special thanks to some special young ladies who have influenced me thanks Kat, who like me had a burning desire for sometime now, trying a few times to do the natural thing and relapsing on a few occasions, back to the dresser to wear dudley....however, your standing up this summer and beginning the process has inspired me; Marly, with your beautiful locks, remaining stedfast through the process says so much about our heritage of strength and inner beauty; Jackie, rocking the most defined and amazing low fade any woman of stature desires to---yet you do is what makes you so "fire"; Jess, your hair is astonishing and moreover it just seems like the essence of what I know of you; Your that example of whatcomes about when, like Alice walker shared, letting it grow and loving it do. Stacey, in the three hours we spent, watching you treat your hair like the special part of you it is, gave me encouragement, seeing as though it certainly is and was captivating to witness. Hanging out, with all of you ladies has enhanced my desire to...
began what I can describe as finding me in letting go of all that isn't.
Alice Walker puts into words the beautiful growth of natural hair sprouting as knowing, "precisely what hair wanted: it wanted to grow, to be itself, ...to be left alone by anyone, including me, who did not love it as it was, in Living By The Word: Selected Writings 1973-1987.
I've been saying it for years, I know, i do. But perhaps this time is the season. This weekend, my friend said something profound that has stuck with me, as I will carry it with me for this entire process. I remember the We were all standing in front of a mirror, I'll never forget how the words came forth. She was getting to know at her new hair, twisting the coils and shaping them into imperfect bunches; I was dancing to the music playing and, and attempting to style my hair in an updue, when I turned to Kat and mentioned to her,"I feel I need help with this process. Before I could elaborate, she interrupted me and whispered, "Sash, when your ready you won't need any help."
She didn't know this but I has not a word to say..I was speechless, "what an amazing way of putting it into a thought. Contimplating...I pulled out specks of my hair hair to inspect, closely.
The texture. The feel. The look. It isn't me.
I've always wanted watch my natural hair come alive but I feared the process. Nonetheless, I am ready, today. I have to extend a special thanks to some special young ladies who have influenced me thanks Kat, who like me had a burning desire for sometime now, trying a few times to do the natural thing and relapsing on a few occasions, back to the dresser to wear dudley....however, your standing up this summer and beginning the process has inspired me; Marly, with your beautiful locks, remaining stedfast through the process says so much about our heritage of strength and inner beauty; Jackie, rocking the most defined and amazing low fade any woman of stature desires to---yet you do is what makes you so "fire"; Jess, your hair is astonishing and moreover it just seems like the essence of what I know of you; Your that example of whatcomes about when, like Alice walker shared, letting it grow and loving it do. Stacey, in the three hours we spent, watching you treat your hair like the special part of you it is, gave me encouragement, seeing as though it certainly is and was captivating to witness. Hanging out, with all of you ladies has enhanced my desire to...
began what I can describe as finding me in letting go of all that isn't.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
The Art of Dancing
There is art in dance---an expression that is artistic, that has the ability to lift spirits and move the blind to visualize what they can't neccessarly see. I know first hand what it means to be moved "beyond the senses," as my friend I like to refer to as my other half for several obvious reasons. I'll elaborate on that in another entry, Mr. Lee said to me the other day. Last week I had the opportunity to interview a young lady by the name of Cheryl Barrett, one of Boston's Black achievers, who was recgonized on the 31 of January who have me a profound quote about dancing that I feel compelled to share. She said: 'It's through movement," said Barrett. Sometimes there's a person out there that can't hear but through the movement they can see and feel what God is saying," she shared. Sometimes there's a person out there," speaking about her audience, "that can't hear but through the movement they can see and feel," she said, "what God is saying."
Three Angels Passing
It's 9:35 p.m. I'm here walking around, pacing but I don't know why. I feel the need to organize my surrounding. I have four patients coming in, which means enough to keep me busy. I'd like to leave around 11:15 p.m. the latest, but the way the nights going, I'm not sure about that. It's busy. I spoke to Neil and ran into Mrs. Power--Juana, another angel that I believe God placed on my path. She's back. A year or so months ago she underwent a heart transplant. I don't details but I overheard that it failed. And she's been holding on with a spirit so warm and peaceful it would make anyone cry. Not too long ago I heard a nurse say that they found a heart for Mr. Powers and he is expected to head down to the OR for surgery at 12:00 a.m.
I had to jump for joy and just think....this man who gives so much love is receiving his now.
I'm at work and have to run for now, but boy am I ecstatic.
I had to jump for joy and just think....this man who gives so much love is receiving his now.
I'm at work and have to run for now, but boy am I ecstatic.
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