After four-hundred and fifty days, my time is up...today

Going Through: Conversations with a friend

Of Love...reminded everyday

I heard this echo in my heart--a source greater than words...Of love, I am reminded everday...that love is the way, it opens doors of darkness, making it light the path in love, the way is peaceful...the way if full....love is.

Imagine

A world filled with grateful people, people who appreciated the mere breath they take.

Imagine.

Imagine families coming together again, like they once were, bonded by love, complete and free.

Appreciative.

Imagine, they're were no more guns--no more senseless killings, just peace and sheer happiness, fun times and thrill, people sharing good wisdom, on ways to reach higher, together.

Imagine that...

Can you imagine a world full of caring people, where one lacks, the other has and gives without expectancy.

I can only imagine....

Happy Birthday Uncle Manny

He is tall, strong, healthy and rich, in mind, body and spirit. He's valued by all who love him: his family, his family and more family, the best cook I've ever met, a strong role model, the most passionate fisherman around, a sharing, loving grandpa of fifteen, happy with the simple things of life, like yard-sale-ing and finding amazing keepsakes at thrift shops and antique stops, or frying fish, scallops and jumbo scrimp for mouthwatering fish Fry's with family. He is the backbone to his precious wife. A proud uncle, husband and brother. Now that I've publicly shared with the world a brief summary of all that my favorite uncle is, let me call him and share with him these special truths today and forevermore.

I'm dialing.

Looking forward...toward the Angels

I came across an old disk with a few old files from essays that I wrote while I was in College. One file was titled Monique, who is a dear friend of mine, who will always hold a special place in my heart--unfortunately her life was taken in 1999. At least four years old, I conjured up the words: "I stand still sometimes to ask myself what my purpose on this earth is? After days-weeks and months pass I’m moved out of the position I once stood in, I’m living for you-through you within your dream." What this means, I am not sure. But I've always believed to write is to reach into the future, from a present stance. And, I can say that i still feel like I'm reaching to higher heights, now with less grief...I have powerful influence pushing me knowing if my friends were here, imagining what they each would working toward, exemplifying with the gift of life...I'm looking forward now with them in mind, in my heart and soul. My angels...forever.

My home; my heart

Pink and full of grace-large and full of space, a fire place to sit and trace, the reason we're here. She listened to His voice, allowing what He said to appear. Trusting in His word, that no one can go against. No words puncture the actions which matter most. This space, left vacant for over a year. Now we're sitting here?

A wise woman once said:

"You never have to ask for opportunity [instead] pray to be prepared."

No other way

When I think of who I am, who I have become, where I'm going, what I have witnessed, been through, will experience, once thought I would never make it out of, how much I've shed in tears, pain--empathy...I know as I often say, without a shadow of a doubt, there is no other way. What can I do? sometimes I ask, to know you in the fellowship of your suffering (reference frm Holy Bible) to reach higher, more closer, more intimate--I want no other way. I know now, because as I seek you show, that it is as my cousin says, in the knowledge and awareness of you that we become. Lord, I want no other way: no other way for me to live for me to feel, or be. There is no other way. You are the way, the truth and the life of my salvation. Through you I have everylasting life, Why...tell me why I would want any other way?

In my mind, there is none.

This New Beginning

Today makes two days since I got the new, or the offer for this new position in writing as I desired. It also marks a little over a month that I purchused my car, a 1994 Acura. It marks not even four weeks that the blessing of a lifetime, which I know was in the making--sprouted or shall I say God sent forth. The closing is on Monday. It is so--this new beginning is so. Part of my body wants to drop, fall to the ground and scream, "Is it so,?" but I know...the answer is Yes. I know. It's just the timing, it's perfect. God Is my new beginning.

Let me go

Today I asked him if he would let me go. I said that I have a new interest, a new idea in mind, no time to waste, I want out.
He said, his mission differs: he has plans, he included me in them without my consent.

I'm fighting he won't let go, in fact, he told my neighbor he's watching me, that he loves me that much. I know that's a lie. He wants me dead, he wants my mind, he wants me to fail and die in sin, because living his way brings affliction. I made the decision to walk away he would still follow, stalking me is what i deem it. Yet he doesn't consider it to fall in the realm of harassment. I do. I want out, I say, Let me go. He's pulling...I'm stretching in the opposite direction. I'm fighting, resisting. I refuse to let him win. Though letting me go is far from what he wants, he must.
Because I belong to God now.

Noticing the Blessing

It's 12:39 p.m.

One day after my receiving mt offer letter for my new job, and nearly crying.

Here is my notice to BWH:
Bittersweet but appreciated.

As much as this may occur as a surprise; It marks a time in my life that I have been waiting for.

I would like to inform you that I will be leaving at the end of this month, to begin a new position in my field, on my career path. I was offered the position two weeks ago and I would like to share with you today that my two-week countdown starts. My last day will be on July 30, 2007.

My experience working at Brigham and Women's Hospital has been without a doubt, one of the most exciting, growth fostering and rewarding job paths I have ever had. I will certainly miss it.


Sincerely,

Sasha Link

Praying together

Today I pray for peace, for every lasting peace. For togetherness, hope to prevail...His love to spread and people to wake up and see what I see, that He is real and beyond great in all His ways. I decided to take a moment, a brief moment within the day to share a little intimacy with my dear Father:

Lord I am thankful...beyond any expression, further than any greeting card can reach, the best floral arrangement could not demonstrate, the hugest hug; nor can the widest smile.

I have an extensive list of specific reasons my heart leaps at the sound of your name; that I feel peace when being ministered unto, as well as sharing what you've filled me with day to day.

My voice could not shout loud enough, my hands could not clap fast enough--but thankfully, God judges the heart where blood runs thankful enough.

Today is a new day

Like the fresh smell of wild flowers laying adjacent, potent and free...I start a new day appreciative as can be.

Like the sweet after taste of my Nana's homemade candied yams..I open my mouth in thanksgiving as can be.

Like good ole' behind the ear-aching laughter until we're red in the face, who were once crying, displaced.

Like the bold breeze behind the wall of an ocean, today is a new day and I am thankful as can be.

Like the craving for a form of chocolate directly after an Italian meal, my tastebuds are as appreciative as can be.

Like watching children play...

And graciously playing with them, I am appreciative.

Like a new revolution sent to your doorstep, with your name on it, specifically for you, I acknowledge that I am grateful...

to be continued....

Through His word I've been revived

It's been fifteen days exactly. No blogging, just thinking...praying and praising. So much has occured, too much I've felt at times to capture.

It's interesting how an intimate conversation with a connected soul, can bring forth God's peace.

Through His word I've been revived...

It was last last night that I realized the power of good ole fashion conversation, without limits, sharing from the soul.

I can honestly say that each time we engage, I am through the word that lives in you, revived, charged and inspired to walk this walk in truth!

Through His word I've been revived.

The Matthews Residence: Best Fish Eatery Around

Cooking with my Auntie

Simultaneously Unfolding

In his light there is light...
His way is peace, grace, favor.
His way is a smooth ride, sometimes on a bumpy road.
But he has knows the turns, each shortcut, and every major intersections, passageways and exit.

With his lead, there is refuge.

I recall my state of mind last Thursday evening after hanging out with my father, and today-four days later after what i'd like to consdier praying my way through, his light is shining down upon me.

I see what Pastor Clark means, now that I have experienced it in my realm, what it means to seek God on a higher, more intimate level. I see what it means to yield and let go, to let God handle the situiation, the outcome, the results, is still beyond my imagination. But I now know what it means.

Would I have ever imagined myself feeling this elated? The answer is I'm not sure. I know that on last Thursday night the pressure was so heavy in my chest that I thought, for a split second that my heart was going to fail...to stop beating. Aching, I began to cry out to God

To be continued....