The End or The Beginning?

The End or the Beginning

 

 

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It is the first day of December, the last month of the year. Soon Christmas will be here and we will be toasting a new year and making resolutions.

Is this the end or the beginning?

How was your year? Was it spectacular? Did you accomplish all of your goals? Or Did you plan to start something that you never got around too? Go to your to do list and check off everything that you completed. Give yourself a half check if you started but did not complete some tasks.

If you did not accomplish, all that you planned during 2017, it is not too late. You still have 29 days to start on those neglected goals. Once started, you can always carry them over into next year and move toward completion.

What do you expect in the new year? Do you have particular hopes and dreams? What is the one thing that you most want to accomplish in the upcoming year? Can you envision your main goal coming to fruition?

Now is a good time to work on a vision board. Have fun with your board. Embellish it and include lots of colorful pictures detailing your vision. add your favorite words of encouragement and positive phrases. Post your board in a prominent place. Plan a vision board event with friends and family.

In keeping with the tradition of New Year’s resolutions, a solid set of goals is also in order. set of Remember to outline just a few main goals; and detail the small steps needed to keep you on track to accomplish them. Strive to move forward on your goals daily and to monitor your progress often. Don’t forget to set a deadline for yourself.

So yes, though it is the end of 2017, however, it is also the beginning of 2018, you can wrap up the old and start anew.

Please start a conversation with the youth in your life about goal setting and planning for success

Until next time, carry on time waits for no one.

It takes a Village to Raise a Child

Take Are of Your Village

The Village Mother

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The Black Pledge

This is an update of a post from a couple of years ago. I am presenting an updated version because I believe that this post has something to teach us all.

I use the Black Pledge with my youth group. The Pledge was developed in 1968, by Shirley Williams for the Black Panthers. Despite their public image, the Black Panthers embraced all of the values that most Americans hold dear.

I am not a member, nor have I ever been. But when I was thinking about a statement for my youth group when, this came to mind.

I remembered the existence of this pledge from hearing it back in the 70’s, so I looked it up to share with my group.

The purpose of a pledge is to state the values, principles and mission of an organization. It assures that each and every member of the organization, knows what is expected of them.

When a person makes a pledge it, is a statement of agreement with that pledge as well as loyalty to the organization.

 

The United States of America has a pledge; so do as the Girl Scouts, Boy, Scouts, and most Fraternities.

This is the statement regarding the Girl Scout Promise Pledge, from the Girl Scouts website.

The Girl Scout Promise and Law are shared by every member of Girl Scouting.The Girl Scout Promise is the way Girl Scouts agree to act every day toward one another and other people. The Girl Scout Law outlines a way to act towards one another and the world.

The Black Pledge The Black Panther Pledge October 26, 1968 by Shirley Williams

I pledge allegiance to my Black People.

I pledge to develop my mind and body to the greatest extent possible.

I will learn all that I can in order to give my best to my People in their struggle for liberation.

I will unselfishly share my knowledge and understanding with them in order to bring about change more quickly.

I will discipline myself to direct my energies thoughtfully and constructively rather than wasting them in idle hatred.

I will train myself never to hurt or allow others to harm my Black brothers and sisters; for I recognize that we need every Black Man, Woman, and Child to be physically, mentally and psychologically strong.

These principles I pledge to practice daily and to teach them to others in order to unite my People.

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Let’s examine this pledge

Line 1 I pledge allegiance to my Black People. Allegiance, means support and cooperation.

It means that I will come to your defense if you need me and I expect you to come to mine.

Line 2 I pledge to develop my mind and body to the greatest extent possible.

To develop my mind and body to the greatest extent possible. Promotes physical fitness and intellect.

Line 3 I will learn all that I can in order to give my best to my People in their struggle for liberation. To give my best to my people in their struggle for liberation.

 

No one is suggesting a revolution, but a change has got to come. This is a call for a Ethos based revolution.

Education, Cultural History, Earth Knowledge and Wisdom. Change can be affected in the arts, in the sciences, and in the humanities. It can take place in homes, on playgrounds and in the church. Change can happen in politics and in industry.

 

The liberation that is being spoken of is more psychological then physical. Consider liberation from the mental hold that seems to have followed us from slavery, through the civil rights movement, and into today. It suggests that we should be able to free ourselves from the impact of hundreds of years of institutional discrimination, both conscious and unconscious. This is a call for us to do something about our own situation. Within our own communities and through our own efforts.

Line 4 I will keep myself physically fit, building a strong body free from drugs and other substances which weaken me and make me less capable of protecting myself, my family and my Black brothers and sisters.

Physical fitness, purposeful nutrition, and abstinence from things that affect you mental awareness and physical well being.

Protect myself… Every man desires to protect his home and family.

Line 5 I will discipline myself to direct my energies thoughtfully and constructively rather than wasting them in idle hatred.

Discipline and positive use of energy and effort.

Line 6 I will train myself never to hurt or allow others to harm my Black brothers and sisters

Care and concern for your own kind and humanity in general.

Line 7 for I recognize that we need every Black Man, Woman, and Child to be physically, mentally and psychologically strong.

A strong community of strong, healthy, mentally stable a brothers and sisters.

Line 8 These principles I pledge to practice daily and to teach them to others in order to unite my People.

Unity, every family tribe and nation on this planet strives for unity within its group.

Please take this pledge to heart, learn it live it teach it. Have a conversation with the youth in your village so that they might become strong fit caring and wise.

 

It takes a village to raise a child, This is My Village Project

Take care of your village

The Village Mother

THANKSGIVING

Thanksgiving

This is a re-post from last year and I am still full of gratitude.

Yesterday was Thanksgiving Day.  But let me share with you an experience that I had a couple of weeks ago.  It was our usual hectic busy week, the grand kids had been over all week long. So my husband and I, were on full time grandparent duty. We drove the kids back and forth to school. We supervised homework and prepared dinners. We Insisted on baths and all the rest.

When the Kids left our house on, Saturday evening, I was especially tired. I went to bed and slept in a deep sound sleep. The kind of sleep that you can’t get when you have to listen out for a busy two year old who will walk the floors, even in a dark house.

Sunday morning arrived. I was laying there enjoying the quiet. My husband came into the room and popped on the light. I raised my arm to shield my eyes. “Thank God I can cover my eyes from the light. Thank God that the light bothers me.” I thought, as I continued to lay there. By then I had lain in just a bit too long, so I got up to hurry to the bathroom.

No pain in my feet. My knees did not hurt. I can get to the bathroom all on my own. So I Thanked God, that I was able to walk. I did my bathroom routine and exited from the warm shower. “Thank God for warm water, some people don’t have that” I thought as I continued on my way. I headed to the bedroom, sans bathrobe, the house was nice and warm. Thank you Lord for the heat.” I said out loud. I got dressed and changed my mind about the outfit. I changed blazers to make a brighter ensemble. “Thank God.” I thought, “I have a closet full of clothes.”

As it often happens with Michigan weather, my lightweight jacket was insufficient. So I reached into the back of the closet and pulled out my long wool coat. Another “Thank God “was whispered. Because I had a coat for the colder weather.

My husband and I headed out for Church and locked the doors behind us. Again, a wave of gratitude come over me,”Thank God that we have a secure home.” We got into one of our three cars; none of them are new but there are three just the same. What a blessing to have three cars. Just at that moment, I thought how grateful I was to have a Man of God as my husband.

We drove to the local coffee shop and ordered coffee and bagels. Again, I thought what a blessing to be able to spend the Five dollars for coffee and bagels. It sounds like a lot Thank You Lords and Oh how Blessed I am’s, but, on that particular day, for no reason at all, I found myself in a state of Profound Gratitude.Thanksgiving is nice, but Gratitude is much more fulfilling. Always be grateful.

Always be grateful.

Pamela Moultrie

The Village Mother

Designer This and That

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So this morning  my grandson was quite upset to find out that the top name designer belt that he has been  wearing is a knock off.

He ranted and raved, he threw things, he vowed to punch his brother in the nose, that is where he got the belt from.   I won’t mention the name of the designer, but let me tell you, I looked it up and the belt would cost over $500 om real life.

What makes a 10 year old kid, who lives in my house,  believe that he or anyone in his family can afford a $500 belt?

Even though we were running a bit behind for school, I had to give him a lecture right then and there. I explained to him that any person who has to worry about a light bill or grocery money, can not afford a designer anything.

I explained that the clothes you wear do not define your worth.  Like India Irie said, “I am not my hair”.

What are we teaching our children and grandchildren, when we allow them to put so much emphasis on the designer label?

I explained to him that the people who do wear those genuine items have millions and millions of dollars in the bank,and they can afford to spend $500 on a belt, whereas we cannot.

I will be doing a lot more talking about personal value and worth and not allow yourself to be overtaken by the apparent status that these designer items seem to suggest.

Consider having  a conversation with the children in your life about status symbols and emblems of wealth.

I am not attempting to disallow these things, I just want my young teens to understand that there is so much more to life than a label. And when they have reached that level of success or wealth they are welcome to enjoy that lifestyle and all the symbols that come with it.

THANKSGIVING

Thanksgiving

This is a re-post from last year and I am still full of gratitude.

Yesterday was Thanksgiving Day.  But let me share with you an experience that I had a couple of weeks ago.  It was our usual hectic busy week, the grand kids had been over all week long. So my husband and I, were on full time grandparent duty. We drove the kids back and forth to school. We supervised homework and prepared dinners. We Insisted on baths and all the rest.

When the Kids left our house on, Saturday evening, I was especially tired. I went to bed and slept in a deep sound sleep. The kind of sleep that you can’t get when you have to listen out for a busy two year old who will walk the floors, even in a dark house.

Sunday morning arrived. I was laying there enjoying the quiet. My husband came into the room and popped on the light. I raised my arm to shield my eyes. “Thank God I can cover my eyes from the light. Thank God that the light bothers me.” I thought, as I continued to lay there. By then I had lain in just a bit too long, so I got up to hurry to the bathroom.

No pain in my feet. My knees did not hurt. I can get to the bathroom all on my own. So I Thanked God, that I was able to walk. I did my bathroom routine and exited from the warm shower. “Thank God for warm water, some people don’t have that” I thought as I continued on my way. I headed to the bedroom, sans bathrobe, the house was nice and warm. Thank you Lord for the heat.” I said out loud. I got dressed and changed my mind about the outfit. I changed blazers to make a brighter ensemble. “Thank God.” I thought, “I have a closet full of clothes.”

As it often happens with Michigan weather, my lightweight jacket was insufficient. So I reached into the back of the closet and pulled out my long wool coat. Another “Thank God “was whispered. Because I had a coat for the colder weather.

My husband and I headed out for Church and locked the doors behind us. Again, a wave of gratitude come over me,”Thank God that we have a secure home.” We got into one of our three cars; none of them are new but there are three just the same. What a blessing to have three cars. Just at that moment, I thought how grateful I was to have a Man of God as my husband.

We drove to the local coffee shop and ordered coffee and bagels. Again, I thought what a blessing to be able to spend the Five dollars for coffee and bagels. It sounds like a lot Thank You Lords and Oh how Blessed I am’s, but, on that particular day, for no reason at all, I found myself in a state of Profound Gratitude.Thanksgiving is nice, but Gratitude is much more fulfilling. Always be grateful.

Always be grateful.

Pamela Moultrie

The Village Mother

The Two Kings

Here is a short story by my grandson Makai.

 

Two Kings

created by: Makai Goodwin


Once upon a time ,there were two Kings. Marshall, who was the King in the village of Mercy and King Joel, who was the King in the village of Sandy Shores.

King Marshall and King Joel were always fighting. One day, they were having a giant argument… “I’m going to kill you!” Marshall yelled.”When did I ever do any thing to you?!” Joel yelled back. You killed my soldiers answered Marshall. That.s because you killed my Queen. Yelled Joel.

King Marshall’s village was a mess, there were wounded and dead soldiers everywhere, the cow, were in the mote and the chickens were on top of the castle. In King Joel’s village, the women were hiding under a hay stack and the goats were in the pig pen.

At the end of the argument, no one had really won,. “Darn it try again.” “I am going to beat you one of these days King Joel!” Marshall shouted as he waved is fists and stomped away.

The next day, King Marshall tried to strike again and again he lost. Because, King Joel had air support and blew up King Marshall’s Kingdom with missiles. King Marshall said “This has to be a nightmare, this can’t be happening!!!

Five years later…. King Marshall, apologized to King Joel He said, I’m sorry,that I tried to attack you before.

I accept your apology King Marshall said King Joel. Do you want to live with me said King Joel. Sure said King Marshall.

Journals, Radios and Blogs

Mildred Gaddis is a radio talk show host in Detroit Michigan. Her show broadcasts daily on AM 1200 and 99.9 FM, from 10 AM to 1PM. The show covers politics and local issues. I also has segments on finance, hair care, relationships and more.

What I most admire about Mildred Gaddis, is that she rarely misses an opportunity to enlighten her listeners. Today, in her usual fashion of frank honesty, Mildred Gaddis took her listeners to school again. A caller was venting about the portrayal of Detroit’s comeback. He also complained about the local news media, and suggested that it did not practice fair and unbiased reporting, concerning recent events in Detroit.

Her response to the caller was both education and a call to action. In essence, she told him that independent journalism was the most effective way to build a platform that would allow him to voice his opinions and concerns in a serious manner. The caller was encouraged and inspired. The timing of the conversation could not have been more relevant for me.

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