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Appreciation

Heart-and-SoulToday, so many signs pointed to things that I am grateful and appreciative of and for.

  1. I woke up this morning.
  2. I was sleeping in a bed.
  3. I had a toilet to relieve my bladder.
  4. I had running water to take a shower.
  5. I had tea, honey, and lemon to drink and food to eat.
  6. I had electricity to turn on my computer and TV and charge my phone.
  7. I deposited a check into my account using my phone.
  8. I had a wonderful roommate sharing expenses with me.
  9. I had a friend to meet for lunch.
  10. I had a car with gas to drive 15 miles to meet my friend.
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  12. I just published a magazine and delivered some to some people.
  13. I had air conditioning in my car that red 99 degrees inside.
  14. I got home safely and relaxed in the air conditioning.
  15. I had work to do on my computer.
  16. I had a relaxing moment.
  17. I watch Romancing The Stone for the first time.
  18. I ate a good dinner prepared by my wonderful roommate.
  19. I had work to do on the computer.
  20. I have nothing pressing on my mind.
  21. I have beautiful offspring.
  22. I have a beau romancing me from Spain.
  23. I am not teaching a summer class leaving me free to travel this summer.
  24. I am teaching four classes in the Fall.
  25. I am rich beyond my needs.
  26. I am grateful and appreciative!

Homeless

1Homeless people are 2% or 150 million people of the population on Earth and ___% in the USA. Reportedly, in 10 US cities, 400,000 families live in shelters representing 1.1 million homeless children (Nunez & Fox, 1999).

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January 2019, New York City reached yet another dismal milestone in the history of modern mass homelessness: An all-time record 63,839 men, women, and children slept in shelters each night. The new peak was fueled by a dramatic increase in the number of homeless single adults – a figure that has been growing by an average of 10 percent per year since Mayor de Blasio took office. The number of single adults in shelters has more than doubled in the past decade, and exceeded 18,000 individuals for the first time in January 2019, while the number of homeless families has soared from 9,600 to more than 15,000 during the same period (Source).

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https://ourworldindata.org/homelessness

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A report from the Department of Housing and Urban Development has found that just under 553,000 people are homeless, with approximately 65% staying in sheltered accommodation. Out of every 10,000 people in the United States, 17 people experienced homelessness on a single night in 2018 (Source).

References

Nunez, R., & Fox, C. (1999). A Snapshot of Family Homelessness across America. Political Science Quarterly, 114(2), 289-307. doi:10.2307/2657740

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Envision Peace

We envision peace by diverting our thoughts of other things to a world in which peace is the norm. Peace is the practice of humankind. Peace propels our prosperity. ~ Dr. Joan Cartwright

A Vision for Peace

[Paraphrased from http://www.visionalignmentproject.com%5D

We see a world where peace is everywhere and humanity has rejected our defensive mindset to defend ourselves against foreign enemies, unfriendly neighbors, dangerous criminals, the local militia, or anyone who appeared to threaten us. We attracted attacks upon ourselves with thoughts of being attacked which manifested easily like all thoughts we entertain.

We envision a world where mankind has rejected the need to be in opposition to others because we become those we oppose.

We practice these two thought patterns to envision a world where people walk the sidewalks and roads, freely and openly, in all lands; where we smile at one another easily, work together in cooperation, and want only for the well-being and goodwill of everyone else; where all weapons are gone and we solve our challenges by negotiating, compromising, and helping each other to realize our dreams in an atmosphere of peace and unbridled creativity. In this environment, everyone feels safe. The peace in our hearts and minds has worked its way outward into our world as well and all people enjoy their lives because true peace is inside and outside of us at all times.

 
As you line up with this Vision, it becomes your Vision too! 
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Live Every Moment

James Ingram was 66 and died last week.

We’re still here. All we must do is live every moment!

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What is religion?

 

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Watch this video: Ancestral Voices: Esoteric African Knowledge. This documentary is about African spirituality. It highlights the multiple views and history of various religions and the effects on Africans. It consists of clips from the documentary.  https://vimeo.com/ondemand/34118/104247614

God is reflected in rock, water, tree, and fire. Religion is a personal experience.

 

Re·li·gion /rəˈlijən/ noun
  1. the belief in and worship of a superhuman controlling power, especially a personal God or gods. “Ideas about the relationship between science and religion.” Synonyms: faithbeliefworshipcreed. Plural noun: religions – “The world’s great religions”
    • a particular system of faith and worship.
    • a pursuit or interest to which someone ascribes supreme importance.
      “Consumerism is the new religion.”
Pa·tri·arch·y /ˈpātrēˌärkē/ noun
  1. a system of society or government in which the father or eldest male is head of the family and descent is traced through the male line.
    • a system of society or government in which men hold the power and women are largely excluded from it.
    • a society or community organized on patriarchal lines.
      plural noun: patriarchies

Ma·tri·ar·chy /ˈmātrēˌärkē/ noun – A system of society or government ruled by a woman or women. A form of social organization in which descent and relationship are reckoned through the female line. The state of being an older, powerful woman in a family or group. “She cherished a dream of matriarchy, catered to by grandchildren.”

Hu·mon·arch·y / ˈhyoo-muh-n-ärkē/ noun
A system of society or government in which the Father and Mother or eldest male and female are together head of the family and descent is traced through both the male and female line.
A system of society or government in which men and women hold the power and both men and women are largely included.
A society or community organized on neither matriarchal nor patriarchal lines.
plural noun: humonarchies. Goes with other words like Humanarchies, Humanarchists, and Humanarchism!Maitre_Jean.Dorvilus@3D2017 – I am neither the member of a matriarchy or a patriarchy because I support the Humonarchy! by El Toussaint Powr  April 04, 2017

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[Source: http://theearthplan.blogspot.com/…/11/111111-alex-myles.html]

First, I wish for peace among human beings.

Then, I wish for financial solvency and security from teaching and selling my books, so I can pay my bills on time and make investments to grow wealth.

Finally, I wish that my non-profit receives a multitude of donations, memberships, grants, and other monetary contributions so we may continue to fulfill our mission to promote women musicians, globally. [www.wijsf.org]

 

 

The sun may set tonight. But it will rise, again, in the morning. ~ Dr. Diva JC

 

 

 

Everything begins in your imagination

1jcvoiceEach time you express a desire, the universe moves to make your dream come true. That’s why it is so important to think good thoughts and dream big! You are a co-creator with the universe and it is your prerogative to have everything or nothing at all.

Seven years ago, I decided to return to university for my doctorate in Business Administration/Marketing. I knew I would need something to carry me through my later years because musicians rarely have a pension. I completed my studies in July 2017 and began applying for teaching positions. However, the course I was chosen to teach was not in business or marketing but in public speaking – speech communication – for which my Master’s in Communication prepared me to teach.

I applied to numerous schools around the country but nothing materialized in my doctoral discipline. Then, two deans advised me that there was a shortage of speech professors and I should not discount the value I brought to the academy as a qualified speech teacher. I was slightly disappointed. But I kept fishing for opportunities and one just materialized.

My friend had just returned from Shanghai, China, where she taught a 5-week course in psychology. I told her I wanted to do that and she said the school was always looking for Speech teachers. So, I said, “Well, hook me up!” And she did!

Last week, I learned that my resume was accepted by the Chinese ministry to teach Speech Communication at Shanghai Polytech University in December! I’m thrilled because Broward College has affiliates in eight other countries, too!  Currently, Broward College has International Centers in BoliviaChina – ShanghaiEcuadorIndia, IndonesiaPeruSpainSri Lanka, and Vietnam. I hope to teach at all of them!

Although I am desirous of teaching in my doctoral discipline, I do love teaching speech to college students. They think the class is only about standing up and talking about a subject. But is it about far more than that!

In the past three years, I relished seeing the lights go on in the eyes of my students. They learned to listen and think critically, research their topic, and organize their speech so that their audience (fellow students and me) understand, clearly, the premise that they are putting forth. Teaching this subject is extremely rewarding and, unlike business administration and marketing, every college student is required to take Speech Communication. So, I will never run out of places to teach.

In addition, getting to travel to foreign countries is a huge plus for this retired Jazz Diva! To enhance my teaching experience, I joined Toastmasters International, in April, to experience being evaluated for my speeches. Since I do the evaluations in my classes, I never get to be evaluated.

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Another friend introduced me to Toastmasters a few years ago. But I didn’t see the value in it for me until I began teaching Public Speaking. I’ve completed the first 10 speeches and I must say that I have learned a lot about being a Competent Communicator. I belong to the Sailfish Toastmasters in Boynton Beach and I’ve taken on the board position of Vice President of Public Relations which gives me the opportunity to use my marketing skills.

Find out more about Broward College’s International Centers.

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Sleep Don’t Sleep

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But don’t sleep on the GCR/RV

Do not sleep on the GCR/RV!

Wake up to the GCR/RV.

$1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 to the people!

A Quattuordecillian ($1 + 45 zeros) levels the playing field and makes things fair.

 

 

 

 

Farewell Dad

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Daddy’s Girl

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I wrote this post 13 years ago. Today, Dad is 99, and he is at the VA Hospice, where they are keeping him comfortable until he expires. The downfall of our relationship is that I am extremely attached to this man and I am finding it difficult to let him go.

Daddy’s Girl

utc youngBesides being one of the most handsome men on the planet, my Dad is also one of the kindest human beings I’ve ever met. I realized he was handsome when I was five years old. I told my Mother, “If you weren’t married to Daddy, I would marry him.” Of course, all girls who love there father and receive his love think that their Daddy is the best looking man in the world, so my statement isn’t really that stupendous. As I grew older and realized that some other girls were afraid of their fathers for one unwholesome reason or another, I knew that I did have one of the best fathers in the world.

He was strict. Make no mistake about that. He was never brutal to my Mother or to me. If he chastised me, he turned around and gave me a quarter to go buy candy at the corner store, which may have been bad parenting, but it sure left a sugar hole in my heart for him.

I suppose the one occasion when I knew my Dad loved me, unconditionally, was when my Mom told him that I was six months pregnant when I was only 16. I thought he was really going to crown me. But we sat on the couch in the living room and he grabbed my hand, at a moment when I thought my life was surely about to end, and he said, “We’ll work it out together.” From that day to this, 41 years later, I am convinced that some angels got together and delivered me to this angelic man. All my metaphysical reading convinced me that my Dad exemplifies the Ascended Masters. He keeps a good sense of humor and never lets life’s pitfalls get him down.

1dadmommilitaryNow, I knew that Mom and Dad weren’t getting along, from a very young age, probably around 10 or 11. They split up when I was 13, a very fragile age for a girl. But Dad always let us know where he was and that we could contact him at any given moment. And, at 57, I still can pick up the phone and call him just to talk, to make a loan that I always repay or to get parenting advice to use on my two adult children and their offspring.

The one thing that I hold my Dad responsible for is introducing me to music. Our house was always filled with the sounds of jazz, blues, and classics when Dad was home. Mom was more of a finger-popper, but the pop music didn’t play when Dad was there. It was Ellington, Basie, Ella or Brahms, Schubert, and Tchaikovsky. Now, Dad worked as a postal railway clerk on the trip from Manhattan to Boston. So, he would be out three days straight and home for three days. When he was out, we were jitterbugging. But when he came home, it was strictly the serious music playing on our huge ebony wood Grundig stereo.

Our house was super clean. Both of my parents were sticklers for cleanliness, which was, of course, next to godliness. Neither was very religious, yet they maintained a high moral constitution. We were taught not to steal, lie or cheat at a very young age. Education was at the top of their list for us kids. My brother and I attended St. Clement Pope Catholic grammar school in Queens, New York. Both parents saw to it that we did our homework and got good grades. The result for me was a scholarship to the diocesan high school, Bishop McDonnell, in Brooklyn. I even went to a Catholic college, LaSalle, in Philadelphia, where I got my Bachelor of Arts degree in Music and Communication.

Today, my father is 86 years young. He walks every day and is married to a woman younger than my daughter! He has great vitality, eats right, minds his own business and takes the news with a grain of salt. Dad always keeps up with what we are doing, though he is not meddlesome. I believe this is one of the most important lessons I have learned from him. Live and let live!

There were a few reasons why I realized that my Dad was better than a lot of other Dads. First, he was always there for us. He worked hard. A military man, he was very disciplined and that spilled over into my life. He taught us how to cook, clean, read, comprehend and regurgitate what we had learned. Mom taught us how to really clean, but seeing Dad wash dishes and clothes, clean the floors and paint our house every other year, really reinforced what Mom taught us. I believe the downfall of every person on Earth is that they didn’t have both parents to reinforce good values.

I credit my parents with working hard to give us the things that we needed to be comfortable enough to study our lessons. As I grew older, and especially since I divorced my own children’s father when they were very young, I realized that the values instilled in me by Mom and Dad would get me through this life, no matter how hard the challenges I would face.

The second and most impacting reason why I love my Dad stems from something that was happening to a little girl on my block. We didn’t find out until she was in her twenties, but her father was molesting her, since the age of 10. When I learned about this, I was numb. She died in her early forties from an overdose of heroin, after giving birth to a heroin baby. It was tragic. We were like sisters and I never really understood why she was always so sassy and sarcastic to everyone around her, until I learned about her molestation. Her mother died when she was only 16. Then, her brother died in his thirties from alcohol abuse, but I really think he died from heartbreak that his father was doing this to his sister. So, from the moment I found out about this activity, I began to reflect on the way my Dad treated me. I knew I was blessed.

I was so close to my father as a little girl that, when he would come home from his postal run to Boston at 1 a.m., I would still be awake, waiting for him. A few times, I spent the night with my neighbor, who shared the driveway with us. I’d hear my Dad walking up the driveway and I would jump out of the bed and run home, just to hug Dad. He would always welcome me with open arms. He was strict, but he knew how to love me and that’s all that mattered to me then and now. Only of late did my friend tell me she would cry when I would leave. But she had a great Dad, too, so I think she understood.

I believe that my relationship with my father is the most important relationship I have ever had. I’ve been looking for him in other men. I came close with my last husband (I’ve had four), who is from Gambia, West Africa. He is Sunni Muslim and is very austere, no drinks, no cigarettes, no vulgarity, and he is very, very clean. It took me one year to realize that he was cleaning my floors every Saturday morning, while I was on the computer learning HTML! We are divorced and he is remarried with a beautiful little girl who is my goddaughter! Wow, that’s an accomplishment in itself, to remain friends with an ex-husband. But he is so much like my father and it is impossible to be angry with him about anything.

Just before my mother passed, she told me that my father is a good man. She said, “If I knew then, what I know now, I would have stayed with your father.” Now, they were like a bull and a matador. My Dad is Taurus and Mom was Virgo. So, they argued a lot! But, as they grew older, they calmed down a lot. I think, if they’d stayed together, they would have eventually gotten over their differences. Mom was diabetic and an amputee. About two months before her passing, I visited her at the nursing home, where she was cared for. I saw Dad hand her a piece of paper. When he left, I asked her what it was. She told me it was her alimony check. Wow! I was amazed because they’d been divorced for 18 years and he was still paying her alimony! I’ve had four husbands and haven’t gotten one alimony check yet!!!!!!

At that moment, I had even more respect for my Dad. He is a man of honor. It was difficult for my parents because my Mom came from a matriarchy, just her mother and her sister. Her Dad passed away when she was only three years old. On the other hand, Dad was from a patriarchy. His father raised him and his two brothers. Their mother was sickly. She lived on an out island in the Bahamas, while Poppa brought his sons to Florida, where he had a lawn service and raised them with a very stern hand. They said that Poppa was mean, but I believe he was just concerned that they grew up to be honest, upright men. They each had families. My older uncle and his wife adopted a daughter, but she died very unhappy, shortly before her father passed away, after leaving his wife for another woman. The middle brother has two children with a German woman who had a daughter when they met. Their children are accomplished, but he lives like a hermit, far away from them.

My Dad married a woman from Honduras who is 43 years his junior. She loves him very much, unless she’s a very good actress. I asked her how they met. She said she put an ad in a magazine or newspaper asking men to write her a letter. She said the letter my Dad wrote was the best one she received. He was in his seventies, then. He told me that the doctor told him he needed to have a woman to relieve his prostate. Sounded like a good reason to me (smile)! She takes good care of him. She has him doing Yoga and eating all the right foods. He has her taking vitamins and they both are aglow. I remember reading love letters that my Dad wrote to my Mom when they were in service and he was in Italy. They were just beautiful. I guess women love that sort of thing and he’s good at it.

I’m happy that my father is happy because, all my life, he’s been there to make sure that I have what I need to live in peace. I know his time is coming to an end. Longevity runs in his family. One of his aunts lived to be 103. Another lived to be 106. His father’s last wife just passed away at 101. So, there’s reason to believe that, with the tender loving care that his young wife gives him, and with the way that he lives – no smoking, drinking, vulgarity, stress – there’s a chance that he’ll be around for another 15 years, which will be fine with me.

I love picking up the phone to report something wonderful that has happened to me, like recently, when I first flew a plane, which really didn’t make Dad very happy. I told him I wanted to get my pilots license. He told me to “stay cool and on the ground!”

When I was in my early forties, I got the opportunity to travel to Europe to sing. I spent eight years in eight countries singing my heart out and, of course, the music in my heart came from my Dad’s long-playing records. I would call him every Sunday from a phone booth to report the concerts I had just done or was about to do. He was always very encouraging. He never intimated that I should stop singing and come home to attend to him. He’s strong. He’s independent. He’s kind and very loving and I am one of the luckiest women in the world to have a Dad like him and I make sure I tell him so, at every opportunity.

One last note, on May 7, 2003, we celebrated my Dad’s 83rd birthday. It was Dad, his wife, and me. It was a lovely afternoon and we had lunch. At 4:30 p.m., they left. At 5:15 p.m., my phone rang. It was my daughter. She was crying. She could hardly tell me that her husband of nine years had just been in a car accident. He passed away 45 minutes later. He was 37. The tragedy was that my daughter, who was alienated from her own father, had married a man who took loving care of the three children fathered by three separate men. The middle child, a boy, lived with his father, but the older boy and younger girl didn’t know their fathers. So, her husband was a very, very special man. He loved her and her children as if they were his own. The little girl was his. She was only two when the couple married. She was 11 when he passed and she was a REAL Daddy’s girl. His loss was devastating to us all.

I am one of the lucky ones and I try to extend extra love to women and men who are not so lucky. This is what my parents taught me and my brother to do. My brother has a non-profit organization, The Children’s Coalition, Inc., that is devoted to helping at-risk children find their artistry in photography, videography and computer technology. I am ever grateful for the angels who brought us to Mr. and Mrs. Cartwright.

So, every year, since then, I’ve had two men on my mind on May 7th – my Dad and my son-in-law, who treated me like Queen-Mother! Men are wonderful beings. Their upbringing makes them who they are and the way they treat their children makes us who we are.

Who Am I?

Again, it is time to reinvent, after recapping the activities and occurrences of the past year. It was a very hot year, 2017. Many things culminated in 2017, including the completion of my doctorate.

peace-sign handThis completion led to new beginnings that I am just now recognizing. I live in a new place, in a new city, with new responsibilities and goals. The goal is to take it to the next level. But first, I must recognize who I AM!

I AM the light, the way, the bringer of peace and tranquility. THAT is who I AM!

I live in the light. I walk the way. I bring peace.

I AM tranquility.

I AM ascending to higher heights of knowing, understanding, and being.

My universe is filled with moments of love, light, peace, and joy.

Singular bliss defines my existence.

Ase!

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