Category Archives: Just Me

Personal thoughts

Sometimes we have to do what we have to do

Sometimes we have to do what we don’t want to do so that we may do the things we want to do. As Spock would say it is not logical but it is often true.

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True Italian

I grew up around many Italian families and NYC’s real little Italy Arthur Avenue and was honored to have a number of delicious homemade Italian meals and eat at some of the best Italian restaurants and pizzerias.  So let me be clear:

1. Deep dish is not pizza it’s a casserole 

2. The Olive Garden is not an Italian restaurant it’s a  store that sells something that looks like pasta and taste like… well I’m not sure because I’ve only been there once begged forgiveness after going and swore never to go again

3. Dominos, Papa Johns and Pizza Hut are not pizzerias it’s a storefront version of a supermarket freezer storing those frozen pizzas in a box

4. A slice with pineapple topping is not a slice it’s an abomination. 

5. The real little Italy in NYC is not in Manhattan it’s in the Bronx and Arthur ave & 187th Street is still the epicenter

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It is He

Did you really think you could break me.

That you could convince me that earthly possessions were more valuable than spiritual ones.

That you could strip me of my compassion for others by exploiting inherent fears and prejudices that reside within us all.

That you could drive a wedge between me and my savior.

That you could cause me to abandon my faith and turn my back on him.

Look again and understand this:

My faith is strong in Him not you.

It is He who forgives me of my sins and loves me unconditionally not you.

It is he who I give praise to not you.

It is he who thank each day for allowing me to wake to this beautiful world that He created not you.

It is He who am a child of not you

It is He who has blessed with the promise of eternal life not you for as it is it is written in John 6:40

For it is My Father’s will that everyone who looks to the Son and believes in Him shall have eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day.”

It is because of Him the Lord my savior that you could never break me.

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Dear Momma – Happy Mother’s Day!

Dear Momma

They say a bond between a mother and a son can never be broken.

That the comfort a mother can offer her son with just a single touch can never be duplicated.

That no love can match the love between a mother and son. No matter the physical distance between them.

For a mother will always be there for her son. Be it physically, mentally or spiritually. Her soul will never let her son walk alone.

And while this is true of most mothers and sons a son can only have one mother. Only one special soul to look out over, to comfort, to guide and to love them. You Frances Cooke are that special soul to me and everyday I thank God for that. I love you. Happy Mother’s Day

Your son Carl

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Flaws and all I am who I am and I’m ok with that

When I look into the mirror of my soul and am brutally honest with myself I see flaws. Imperfections that annoy some people. But here’s the thing, not one of us is perfect and if the whole of ourselves is righteous and kind then at the end of the day we’re ok. Of course I strive to better myself each day but fundamentally I am who I am and I’m happy with that. If you choose to accept who I am join me on my journey if not I wish you good luck on yours.

Quiet it’s raining now

Open yourself up and be quiet now for it is raining. Let your body be still and listen closely
and you will hear. There are those who curse the rain unable or unwilling to process its pure essence. Rain talks to us, it cleanse the earth, it cleanse the soul. No one shower is quite like another. Let your eyes gaze upon the beauty of the sky as it randomly lights up from the bolts of lightning. Feel the cool upon your skin on a sultry summer day. Hear it’s yell as it unleashes its booming thunderclaps, hear it’s soft whisper as its drizzle touches down beneath our feet. Allow yourself to open all your senses it and you will understand it. You will feel it’s very essence deep within your soul. Rain is nature’s way of talking us, showing us her power and beauty. Guiding us through the darkness, providing the elements that can both wash away the past and seed a new beginning. So open yourself up and be quiet now for it is raining and there is nothing more beautiful than that.

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The needs of the few

I close my eyes and listen for the silence. I have subconsciously transported my soul, my inner self, to another level. A level where I am all alone, where nothing or no one can touch me. It is here where I find my peace unburdened by expectations, free to speak, even if no one is listening, my feelings, unafraid of what obstacle a higher power has deemed I must jump over this time. Here I feel free a sense of calm. There is no show to put on for others, no feelings to hold on to so as not to offend others, no worries about the next setback. Here I can just be me. But I know I can not stay in this place. So I open my eyes and the light shines through, the noise is all around and I am transported back to reality. It is back to who I am or who I pretend to be. Others will live their lives unencumbered by who I’m really am. They will live with only a hint of the true me that slips out from time to time. I guess that is the way it must be for as Mr. Spock once said the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few and I am the few.