They can take your money. They can strip you of your clothes. You will be left stranded and feeling all alone.
But one thing you must not allow is the taking over of your soul. Hold on to it with all your might. You and only you must have total control.
You matter so let that negativity scatter. Build a wall of love for yourself. Stand strong in love and admiration for yourself. Say goodbye to the leeaches and the vermin! Say I love you to yourself.
Good morning dear bloggers, thank you for reading my posts. If no one has told you this week that they love you then grab a mirror and tell yourself. Yes indeed.
Having been bullied throughout my younger years made me question my own worth but something deep within me kept me going. That was faith. Faith that tomorrow would be better. It’s a journey to go on.
It is difficult to deal with an ugly past but you must do if you want to put an end to it. You otherwise become an adult and keep hearing the harsh words in your head that you are ugly and that no one loves you. It is time to stop rewinding and replaying the pain. Start recording and playing self-love. Meditation, self help books, great friends and therapy does help.
With much love
PS. I love you.
Lost in thoughts
Thoughts of you
You’re a dream that came true
You’re so sweet and so kind
You’re so sexy you blow my mind
Meeting you was such a blessing
I never knew what I was missing
How I wish I had you here to kiss
Can’t wait to see you again Chris
I am currently dating a man named Chris. He is a total sweetheart. If you are crying right now about someone leaving your life or thinking that you are invisible-don’t. Remember that the Universe is taking care of you. God loves you so much he moves the wrong people out of your life. Be patient and trust. Don’t put yourself down but wipe your tears and stand before the mirror. Get to know that person staring back at you. You matter. You are beautiful even if others don’t see you that way. Remember someone better is coming. It’s a journey and it starts with you. Trust me I have been there. It will only keep getting better. First learn to truly love yourself. Start today. Start right now.
With all my love from Brooklyn
You are beautiful despite your faults!
Your heart will heal despite the assaults!
Forgive! Let go!
Love! Just love!
Take my hand and lets walk this land
Although it feels you are alone with your pain and that no one cares- you are wrong! There is always someone that cares. Just open your eyes and take notice. Look in the mirror because that person staring back at you loves you so much. The evolved you knows that whatever you are going through shall pass. You are a survivor. You are blessed and you are loved. Sending good vibes and hugs from Brooklyn.
Sometimes I wish I was invisible.
Cause people just don’t care. They just look. They just stare. No one utters a word! I feel absurd.
I know they judge me because I smell of urine, feces and infection. I’m a derelict all haggard and disheveled. I too hate my own relection.
It wasnt always this way. I had a family and a home. I lost it all for going out to roam. Liquor, drugs and seeking prostitutes were my vices. Now my friends are only the lices. How I wish I could go back in time! But I can’t! Maybe I just need to dissapear.
Why are there so many homeless people? Why is there always someone on the train or in the street asking for food or asking for money? Is it always their fault? They stink up the trains. They interrupt our reading. Should they just disappear? Could it ever happen to us? Is it mental illness? Was it their choices that closed doors? I decided to ask.
Stoner as he called himself was only 25. Very attractive if you bathed and clothed him. He told me he was a homosexual. He told his parents at age 16 and he was kicked out the house. They were very religious. He fell into depression and living on the streets wasn’t easy. He was taken in by an older man that prostituted him out in exchange for room and board. He had no choice.
He started begging for money and bought drugs from wherever he could get them. He was 19 and looked older. He needed to numb his feelings. He detested those aggressive men. Then one day he tried to escape and was beaten so badly landing him in the hospital.
One of the nurses told him that God loved him. He was pissed off. His parents told him God had no place for his kind. What God was she taking about?
The hospital gave him money when they discharged him and the kind nurse drove him to the bus depot. She gave him money from her own purse too. He came to NYC on a Greyhound bus. His home and his own town were full of bad memories.
We spoke for almost one hour and I actually had no money to give him so we prayed. We prayed for his parents to have softer hearts. He agreed to enter a drug rehab center to get clean. God loves us all. God is forgiving. I wanted to cry but I held back the tears.
Happy to say that the last time I spoke with him he was clean and living in a small apartment. He was still asking for money but now by playing a guitar and singing. He no longer smelled but still had scars on his face from when he was beaten up. He and his dad were now talking. His mom had passed. He told me he realized God had always been around him.
It’s true everyone has a back story. Perhaps we don’t have to give them money. But please let’s pray for them. Love and prayer doesn’t cost a dime. Prayer does work if we believe. Do you believe?
With love Guady G
A new hello
A new beginning
A sweet blessing from above
With someone new to love
Hugs and kisses
Guadalupe Macias MD.
aka Guady G
Sharing that special moment has exalted me to jubilee!
What I wouldn’t do for another glimpse of thee!
Ah, my precious loving one
Your mouth says one thing yet your lips
Your lips with their gentle kisses express something yet more wondrous!
To be held again by thee
Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Yes! Yes!
Is something I desire so ardently!
To deny myself is to place myself in bitter woe.
Alas my sweet tough one…
Speak! What says thee to me?
Don’t ever let anymore destroy your passion for loving. Keep living. Keep loving. The person worthy of it all shall arrive. Keep the faith. It’s a journey. Namaste my pretty people.
Hugs from Brooklyn always.
As I stared at my hand, I pondered who would take hold of it.
For 20 yrs I have hoped each day was the last day my hand had to be alone.
Then one day I closed my eyes and saw the answer.
I will no longer worry.
I will clasp one hand in the other and pray.
Only God knows when my love will come.
Only God knows what’s best for my heart.
All this yearning to love and be loved will soon come to pass.
I trust in him for he knows. He always knows and I will no longer be afraid.
I love you all for reading my blog. It means so much that you take out time from your busy schedule to read it. Please share it if you like. God bless you all.