tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140129942024-03-21T21:15:55.641-04:00You said what now!@$!%We all have opinions. I just like to share mine all the time. Yous a bad kitty!Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.comBlogger247125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-37281001373542420642013-02-23T13:46:00.001-05:002013-02-23T13:46:40.609-05:00SpiritI've been watching and reading a lot lately about Religion and Politics and its place in this world. I was inspired to write something about it while watching this documentary on PBS<br />
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One of the things that I feel is important to mention, is the fact that these black martial artists went to China and were just Kung Fu artists. Not black, African American, Colored or Negro. Just kung fu artists. They also mentioned that Kung Fu starts with the breath and then moves into the stance. The artists I am watching treat the art of Kung Fu as a spiritual experience.<br />
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Yesterday at work, our student worker mentioned a school district that was being sued for teaching a yoga class. The parents of this school district felt that the principles of yoga infringed on their religious beliefs. Before I actually started my practice, I could probably agree. But again, this country suffers from the ignorance of the unknown.<br />
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<a href="http://abcnews.go.com/US/yoga-lawsuit-encinitas-union-school-district-california-sued/story?id=18561237" target="_blank">Yoga Lawsuit: Encinitas Union School District in California Sued Over Classes</a><br />
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When I decided to take a yoga class for credit at school, I walked into with several expectations. I would start slow but by the end of the semester, I would be super yogi. I would start slow but by December stand on my head.<br />
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Now let me return to reality. Yoga is not for the physically fit or the faint of heart. It is real.<br />
The entire semester, I never heard my teacher refer to yoga as exercise but as "practice". Usually when you refer to practice, it means you are trying to prepare yourself for the "big game", but I learned that the "big game" in yoga takes years of individualized focused practice. Let me repeat individual. <br />
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Yoga in my years of practice<br />
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<li>Never told me what to believe</li>
<li>Never told me I have to be in the best in the class</li>
<li>Never told me I would never be super yogi without dedication</li>
<li>Never told me I need to spend hundreds of dollars on materials to be the best</li>
<li>Never told me I should not respect my God and personal religious beliefs</li>
<li>Never told me I wasn't trying hard enough and I should do better</li>
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Yoga has told me<br />
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<li>Begin with the end in mind</li>
<li>Listen to your body, do what you can</li>
<li>Focus your mind on what is important</li>
<li>Maintain your spirituality in your God (who ever that maybe)</li>
<li>Taught me to focus on myself, to allow my practice to be for me and for no one else</li>
<li>Not to compete with the other people in your practice, because everyone has their individual struggles and <span style="background-color: yellow;">strength</span></li>
<li>And so much more</li>
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Now I have been lucky enough to find instructors that have maintained these beliefs in the practice. Like school there are some teachers that are better than others. I really think to myself if some of these parents allowed themselves the gift of practice, to learn the Sanskrit and the principles if they would be so against their children finding the spiritual peace, my practice gives me.<br />
Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-49788920070402595702013-02-22T22:34:00.000-05:002013-02-22T22:34:05.994-05:00FocusLife is CRAZY!<br />
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It literally changes from day to day, hour to hour, minute by minute. I'm having a small problem. What should my focus be now that I am not an undergraduate student. The outside situations and circumstances are making it very hard to decideJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-23468620124868997502013-02-20T23:32:00.001-05:002013-02-20T23:32:47.586-05:00InsomniaThe computer really doesn't help, but I have to release the feeling.<br />
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I've had a few really rough days at work, but none of them compare to the feelings of loss, when it gets closer to April 1. The day my life transformed into something I can't explain.<br />
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Almost 8 years and I still feel the pain of the loss. <br />
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I still him everywhere and I don't know what creeps me out more...the fact that I do still see him or the fact one day he maybe gone from my thoughts and daydreams foreverJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-39778111800296302392013-02-04T00:33:00.001-05:002013-02-04T00:34:47.635-05:00MeditationI had hypnotist tell me once to imagine myself walking up a stairs, any grand stairs that pops into your head. As you walk to the stairs, you realize your load is heavy and decide to drop things before stepping on to the first step. I drop something, step up and right behind me is my Dad. At first I'm happy and then I'm angry because the pain of his death I want to leave behind, but I keep walking cause I know that will never go away. I continue up the steps and Dad is still one step behind me. I reach the top of the stairs and I find the person I want to be, the person I was. But Dad is still just one step behind. <br />
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The person I want to be turns around and says to Dad, I'm good now, but he still stands there and gives me that smile and shrug. My father didn't have to say a word but when I saw the smile and shrug that meant he thought I wasn't serious and I'm going to do this wheter you like it or not.<br />
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I decided to take my walk up the staircase to relax and try to have more than five hours of sleep. I guess that's a wrap.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-12235094001201299922013-01-30T23:57:00.000-05:002013-01-30T23:57:01.542-05:00WowI still can't believe it.....<br />
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I wondered so many times over the years what this would feel like. I go on line to look at it again because the idea is so incredulous to me sometimes that I am actually a college graduate, I started this crazy road when I didn't have to. I could of been gainfully employed as an employee of the state of New York.<br />
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I didn't cry...<br />
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But my knees did buckle a bitJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-19332669589376094372012-08-13T22:21:00.000-04:002012-08-13T22:21:58.543-04:00DadI had a dream last night....<br />
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I fell down somewhere and ended up in my bed in lots of pain. I was in my old twin size bed that I that I tossed in 2003 when I moved back to Long Island. As I laid down trying to fight through the pain, I turned to my left and my Dad was rubbing my back. Then helped me sit up. My hair was a mess for some reason and my Dad took out a comb and started to comb my hair. He combed a part down the middle and stopped. I looked at my Dad and said to him "Daddy you are always here to take care of me"<br />
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Then I woke upJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-52234457078176597572012-07-15T11:47:00.001-04:002012-07-15T11:47:49.892-04:00New layout againI really like this. Considering a flickr for all my best pics in addition to this blogJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-22365700852051842592012-07-15T11:41:00.000-04:002012-07-15T11:41:08.955-04:00Doing too MuchI often wonder if I should censor myself on this blog. That maybe it isn't a good idea to write without a few seconds with the Lord. Well I guess it is too late now.<br />
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Since April, I've had three friends bury a parent and one friend bury a son. This post is about happiness and if it actually exists after death.<br />
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I think of my life in two parts, before my father died and after my father died. I go a few months or sometimes days with a feeling of joy and then something will happen or I have an ephiany about something. I'm too smart and insightful for my own good sometimes. I envy people who have the ability to be blissfully ignorant. <br />
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I was going to write more, but it is too much for a Sunday....<br />
I should of went to churchJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-51008506894523306492012-02-25T15:00:00.003-05:002012-02-25T15:01:51.658-05:00Graduation CountdownWith the exception of today that I spent bullshitting, I am anticiptating my upcoming graduation. I will begin work shortly and then go out with my friend and my ls.<br /><br />I will write more in a bitJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-13473558224057771952012-02-17T19:54:00.002-05:002012-02-17T20:02:56.007-05:00Another loss<a href="http://www.wegotkidz.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/whitney-houston.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 575px; height: 500px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.wegotkidz.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/whitney-houston.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><br />Damn it!<br /><br />I swear this blog is turning into one long obituary. But I had to write. Whitney is gone.<br /><br />I thought about all this because 20/20 is set to air a two hour special on the late superstar. Do I have to really watch that? I feel like I lived through it why do I have to watch it again.<br /><br />Whitney Houston was so closely woven into my childhood that I never even feasibly imagined her gone. I always thought about how I felt when Stevie Wonder died or Morgan Freeman. Of course the sadness will be there but...<br /><br />But Whitney!@# Teena? Heavy? and the biggest loss of them all for me MJ<br /><br />Whitney, was so great so much a part of my childhood, that I never even thought of her as gone. We all talk about as friends, growing old together, but we never think of the fact that not all of us are going to make it that far. Lord I hope no one does anything cliche and post this on their facebook wall. This is not any weirdo foreshadowing. I expect to retire from Stony Brook and teach and I will continue to live as such.</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-43169614072688110722011-10-16T14:08:00.002-04:002011-10-16T14:11:29.170-04:00Life as I know itI have the fortunate knowlegde and experience of life before the internet and life after.<br /><br />I just looked at my review sheet for my midterm tomorrow and I know I was in a complete fog the first two weeks of school. Thats ok I googled the answer<br /><br />Google, easy bib, ejournals. How the hell do you young people learnJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-73939059006017077202011-09-22T16:47:00.002-04:002011-09-22T16:49:49.673-04:00My FearI secretly walk around with a fear for the black men in my life. It's fear of law enforcement. <br /><br />Accidental shooting<br /><br />Justifiable homocide<br /><br />Excessive force<br /><br />My life felt threatened<br /><br />Phrases often heard in the black community when describing issues with law enforcement.<br /><br />Thats all I have to say about thatJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-3848060935088695262011-09-06T22:04:00.003-04:002011-09-06T22:09:15.846-04:00Writers BurnoutMy last post so long ago was about writers block. I don't have writers block I have writers burnout. <br /><br />Big difference. I've been reading again and that makes me happy. So what if I re read the Potter series. It ended this summer, I needed the recap in order to accurately rip apart the final film. <br /><br />I think despite all the crazy it will be a good semester for me academically. The fall semester always is. If everything goes according to plan, this will be my last semester as an undergraduate. <br /><br />Then what....<br /><br />No idea. ...............<br /><br />Being an undergraduate is my current excuse for everything (viable excuse). I'm glad I won't have the crutch anymore, but damn it will be a challenge to learn how to live. Especially after 15 years of an undergraduate career.<br /><br />Reading Gogol now for my crime and punishment in World Lit class. My professor is a sweet man. The older ones with the experience and without the arrogance always make the best teachers. I'm glad for our first go at things he chose a book that is well written and interesting.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-64172805511900295232011-07-08T22:50:00.002-04:002011-07-08T22:53:05.289-04:00Writers BlockI've been truly neglecting this blog and I know why. I can't write a paper for school let alone write my random thoughts in my blog.<br /><br />.......<br /><br />If you have any ideas on how to get over writers block let me knowJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-74355672064112542742011-04-12T23:56:00.002-04:002011-04-13T00:12:11.238-04:00Slowly...Surely<blockquote>Slowly Surely I walk away from that old </blockquote><br /><blockquote>desperate and daze of love </blockquote><br /><blockquote>caught up in the maze of love </blockquote><br /><blockquote>the crazy craze of love </blockquote><br /><blockquote>thought it was good </blockquote><br /><blockquote>thought it was real </blockquote><br /><blockquote>thought it was </blockquote><br /><blockquote>but it wasn't love </blockquote><br /><p>This is not a test.</p><br /><p>This is not a poast about love...its a poast about...thought it was....</p><br /><p>Anyone can fall in love with a thought or an idea. This song is about escape to me. Thinking about a reality that doesn't exisit is a defense mechanism. You can't address the problems of today if you are are caught up the crazy craze of love and not the current reality of your life today. Why live in the world of crazy love when you are currently single? Why plan a graduation trip when you have a ton of school work in the Spring semester to complete? Don't start buying clothes for a new job that you haven't applied for that just sounds perfect to you because you thought it was.... </p><strong></strong>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-19661346380154483662011-02-15T19:15:00.002-05:002011-02-15T19:17:11.849-05:00You ever just feel....Have you ever had a feeling that you couldn't explain? I had a conversation with a friend recently. From what I understood from her is that is was more upsetting to go through the moods. To go through the ups and downs. <br /><br />I don't know how to continue to write without further delving into something that need not be on my blogJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-46066856179144563672011-01-29T23:12:00.002-05:002011-01-29T23:21:42.566-05:00New Year, New LayoutIt probably won't stay but I needed the change. It seems that the more interaction I have with people, the more I want to teach. I keep the books because of my constant desire to learn.<br /><br />Two days from now I will be back in <a href="http://www.stonybrook.edu/afs/?facultystaff/cv/fouron">Professor Fouron's class</a>.<br /><br />Hindsight - recognition of the realities, possiblities or requirements of a situation, event, etc. after its occurence <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/hindsight">Reference</a><br /><br />I'm excited because he inspiries me. I'm excited because I feel like he teaches what's important. We don't always see eye to eye.<br />But that is life<br /><br />He teaches me that's OK. If that is OK in the classroom it is OK for life.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-78857263124249936472011-01-22T22:28:00.002-05:002011-01-22T22:35:15.402-05:00Tumblr womp womp wompSo the Tumblr went bye bye<br /><br />The blackberry app just had too many issues<br /><br />There was no resolution or recap post for 2010. <br /><br />Part of it was due to the stomach flu.<br /><br />Part of it due to not wanting to look backwards.<br /><br />Time to start wanting more positive things in my life.<br /><br />I will probably go to church in the morning and pray to God for tolerance. Now I'm not about to start sprouting hate.<br /><br />I must admit that I am not always patient with people who stay in ruts,<br />who use other circumstances and choose not to change.<br /><br />No one is perfect.<br /><br />I get that.<br /><br />I don't get not wanting personal change and growth.<br /><br />I have to accept people for who they are and how they want to stay.<br /><br />But...<br /><br />I will never accept people who choose to purposely hurt people just because they can.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-26292749663170135542010-11-09T19:58:00.002-05:002010-11-09T20:01:18.457-05:00Coming from where I'm fromI wasn't sure what I was going to do with this blog since I just started a tumblr account. After a day I decided I need to keep this blog. It's been with me for a long time to give it up.<br /><br />I would love to get to the point in my life where I can have the strain of my undergraduate education off so I can just write. There is much that goes on in the world and I have yet to speak on it.<br /><br />There is more to me than my whims, undergraduate education and relationship woes.<br /><br />I have a sound mind and the ability to form an opinion of my own.<br /><br />I have the courage to share it.<br /><br />Tumblr will have to be for those short outbursts I have and can't tweet in 140 characters.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-67710548157329613702010-11-02T21:21:00.002-04:002010-11-02T21:26:23.359-04:00DeceptionIt's betrayal<br />It's dishonesty<br />But this time it's not my own....<br /><br />Do you feel bad because you know its wrong?<br /><br />Do you get angry because your warnings went on deaf ear?<br /><br />Do you wish disaster because you feel like they should have listened?<br /><br />How do you handle deception?<br /><br />"We are never decieved, we decieve ourselves" - Johann Wolfgang von GoetheJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-26061289568813372702010-09-26T12:23:00.002-04:002010-09-26T12:33:03.907-04:00Sunday September 26I've had a lot on my mind lately. A Soror of mine who was in a relationship with our Frat brother decided to post the story of the demise of her relationship on facebook. It's very ironic that my friend hates being guilty by association but that is the life of a member in a Greek organization. This couple made it a blue and white problem instead of a Irene Dennis issue.<br /><br />I woke up incredibly sad this morning and that is a hard feeling to come to terms with because...<br /><br /><blockquote>It could be worse<br />I know it can be worse because I've been through it<br />I never allow myself to feel<br />I will forever be riddled with Catholic School guilt.</blockquote><br /><br /><br />Mom is calling me for breakfast. It's 12:30 and I'm just getting out of bed. FML<br />We'll talk laterJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-76524795680060509542010-05-10T01:54:00.002-04:002010-05-10T01:58:15.720-04:00Sleep Well Ms. Horne<div align="center"><a href="http://stylehighclub.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/lenahorne.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://stylehighclub.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/lenahorne.jpg" /></a><br />Lena Horne</div><div align="center">June 30, 1917 - May 9, 2010<br /><br />Without plastic surgery, crazy diets, photoshop or air brushing this woman was the epitome of beauty. The world mourns your loss but I pray for your family that lost its matriarch on mother's day.<br /></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-65528752498000413412010-01-25T22:58:00.002-05:002010-01-25T23:08:54.077-05:00Interview with the ....Dating: It has occurred to me very recently that I do not have the energy to try to convince men of how awesome I am.<br /><br />I cannot take credit for that quote I saw it on twitter. I am way too tired to fully delve into the subject but it is how I feel. Blog family it is 2010 and I'm tired. Tired of trying to lose the weight, tired of trying to graduate, tired of trying to get my paper right and tired of the never ending search for happiness in a relationship and family. <br /><br />My father always used to say to me "we cannot be a jack of all trades and master of nothing". There are so many areas of my life I want to address and do well at. The other areas its hard for me to put on a back burner until I fix the most important. I need to graduate and get healthy. <br /><br />In addition to writing which is always good for my soul, I'm going to pick up my Bible a little more. <br /><br />Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up - Galatians 6:9<br /><br />----------------<br />Listening to: <a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/hillsong_music_australia/track/eagles_wings">Hillsong Music Australia - Eagles Wings</a><br />via <a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/">FoxyTunes</a>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-20747989518300146392010-01-25T22:53:00.002-05:002010-01-25T22:58:37.030-05:00MemoriesLike the Corner of My Mind....<br /><br />I was given the task to write down all of the memories of my childhood or the events that happened to me that have stuck with me. I can't write about the painful things on my blog but I will write about other random tidbits and lately I've been trying to start as early as possible.<br /><br />I remember being a kid don't recall how old and watching the movie Commando for the first time. I recall Rae Dawn Chung saying in the movie "I can't believe this macho bullshit!" I told my Mom she laughed but for some reason Uncle Keith and my sister were not too happy I could quote this line.<br /><br />I remember my brother playing track and field in the basement with my Uncle Rawle. I remember the summer day Eric's friend Lance came over and played with us. He was always so tall and beat us in the jumping contests that irritated me.<br /><br />I'm going to end here because what I want to write I can't because the memories are too painful and even though I've been given the task I'm not really ready to deal with the issues at hand.<br /><br />I mean everyone has issues...Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012994.post-53776147365242143842010-01-25T22:48:00.002-05:002010-01-25T22:53:22.087-05:00Dating Chronicles Part 2This entry is waayyyyy over due. I went out on date #2 last Friday and did not write about it. No funny name for this one. Even though him and I didn't click he is still a nice guy. Just no spark with me. The sad part is I have yet to move on and I may not spark with anyone that does not have a goatee.<br /><br />I guess I'm not really in the mood to talk about my date itself but I will talk about my issues. He sleeps every night at 9pm. Kind of goofy and chubby not stocky. I know my body isn't fly yet either but damn. For a person that goes to the gym almost every day what the hell is he eating? I know this post is a bunch of rambling but in mi vida loca so much has happened since this date its hard to write about now.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428378269770487204noreply@blogger.com0