tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22423411170250894542024-03-13T08:26:10.613-07:00Tea Leaves & Common Sense...Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-88855226333377405592015-05-01T23:25:00.000-07:002015-05-01T23:25:17.394-07:00REALLY?? FRICKIN' REALLY???!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OI9LHghpoWY/VURtjCATQrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/_NuFGwfdbjM/s1600/BALISIER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OI9LHghpoWY/VURtjCATQrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/_NuFGwfdbjM/s400/BALISIER.jpg" /></a></div>
REALLY?? FRICKIN REALLY???!
There are days and times when I am amazed by the beauty and brilliance of my people.
And then there are days like these … when I wonder what happened to common sense, intelligent thoughts and really, really bad decision making skills.
No I’m not just shooting off at the mouth. I am going somewhere with this. There is actually a method to my madness.
I am actually speaking of the Leave of Senses currently being articulated by the Leadership of my party regarding my hometown – Diego Martin Central – and our representative for the past seven years, Dr Amery Brown. Doc, as he is known in these parts, and beyond, is a ground roots man … a man of the people, who happily picked up the mantle of representation seven and a half years ago, ad has done just that – REPRESENTED Diego Martin Central (DMC) in the best possible way. Doc has, on more than one occasion, left his home and family undone, to be at DMCs beck and call be ye PNM, UNC PP, whatever ... once you need him he puts on his cape, and gets the job done. He has been there in fire and in flood, in displacement and in the basic needs of our people, in our as well, in rallies and in meetings case in point, at the Tru Valu car park in Diamond Vale on the night when his son was about to be born. As our Member of Parliament, he has gone above and beyond any written or recorded description.
And herein lies my confusion. How is it that a working MAN OF THE PEOPLE is now being ungratefully ad UNCEREMONIOUSLY KICKED TO THE CURB?!! And why are we sitting by on our hands and doing nothing about this?
Dr Eric Williams – the founder of the PNM and the father of our nation – was a man of PRINCIPLE, of JUSTICE n of PEACE. He founded the PNM as a platform for right, and truth … for the people who believed and still believe that hard work, truth and Pride in Self and Country had its own reward.
How then are we able to abide with the few who represent the many and LET THEM LEAVE DOC (note the similar nickname with greatness) IN THE DUST? And should we allow this to happen then what example are we setting for the youth of DMC and the nation? We have long told them that hard work and enterprise is the way to gain respect, office and the ear of their peers and the nation?
If it is that Doc has done all of the above and then some, and he is now being disregarded, is it that the rules have changed?
We bemoan the generations behind us for wanting everything, and wanting it yesterday ... yet a man who is a living breathing example of a Principled and Purposeful life is treated like just so much garbage what example are we setting?
Is it that we are now saying that get in, get rich and get out is the new status quo - a la the PP?
I need to state here that I am a Proud, Card Carrying red-brown & yellow bleeding, Balisier-scar-healing member of the Peoples National Movement. I attest that I could not wait to get my first National ID Card so that I could dip my finger for the Party, because I will forever be grateful for all that was done for me, for the equal paying field that Dr Eric Williams opened up for all of us, be it educational, professional, tertiary education or employment opportunities. I believe in the basic principles and tenets of the Party, and I believe as well, that the PNM is the only true political party in Trinidad and Tobago and are therefore uniquely qualified to run this country. Now, don’t get me wrong --- we too have our problems. Nobody and nothing is perfect, but God.
That being said, you cannot at this point of my life dress a pig in a suit with a Balisier tie and tell me to vote PNM.
I’m a grow ass woman who has been observing all that has been taking place with the executive of DMC, their web of lies and deceit, their need for control and their inability to get Doc to follow their vindictive agenda, and I am not prepared to sell my soul and conscience for my party card. I am not prepared to take leave of my common sense to prove Party loyalty. My loyalty is to the one who serves and to the party that has been served, not to this unrecognizable band of sycophants who have axes to grind and scores to settle and are bleeding the good in order to advance an embrace the malleable and mal-intended.
I’m not the only one who feels this way, but I may be the only one who is willing to speak up and that’s fine too.
It is interesting that our current leadership is willing to lend an ear to people whose intent is indeed questionable, but ignores the voice of the grass root movement.
Woe be on to those who see the wrong and sign on to their page.
Humility has gone out the window … along with patience, sensibility, and on some level, justice.
My PNM people – wake the hell up, and see the not-so-hidden agenda that is playing out before out eyes. It is happening in the daylight, so don’t wait to look for it by candlelight!
Stop the insanity… end the maliciousness and BRING BACK MY PNM!!!
Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-3592302194380409082015-02-18T12:16:00.000-08:002015-02-18T12:16:23.538-08:00DEATH OH, DEATH OH MIH LORD...
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It is sad, but it is true she's gone...
We’ve been asked to announce the following death…
CREATIVITY IN MAS MAKING died on Mardi Gras 2015. Creativity was in a comatose state since 2008, but finally gave up the ghost yesterday.
Creativity leaves to mourn her children: Wire Bending, Bead & Pearl Placement Masters, Tailoring, Mas Camp Helpers, True Designers, Common Sense and Creativity Jr.
She was the aunt of Swimsuit Makers, Online Order Placers, Carbon Copy Mas Makers, and Bra Tops and Head Pieces MADE IN CHINA.
She was the very good friend of Sailor Mas, Pan Mas, Baby Doll, Jamette, Jab Jab and Devil Mas, Kiddies Carnival, Minshall and Macfarlane Mas, Lee Heung and Edmund Hart Mas, not forgetting Wayne Berkley Mas.
The funeral of the late CREATIVITY IN MAS MAKING takes place on Ash Wednesday morning at 10AM at the Grand Stand, Queen’s Park Savannah, thence to the banks of the East Dry River for cremation.
NO FLOWERS, BEADS, RHINESTONES OR FEATHERS BY REQUEST…
Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-8441135652983344382013-07-21T22:08:00.002-07:002013-07-21T22:08:44.550-07:00THE PLAYMATES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H0WaDkgZSog/Uey-CZdiXGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pRXECWMUgs0/s1600/christopher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H0WaDkgZSog/Uey-CZdiXGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pRXECWMUgs0/s320/christopher.jpg" /></a></div>
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This is my latest short story, Follow the link, and please enjoy...
<a href="http://putawedgeinit.com/2013/07/20/the-playmates-by-donna-mae-greaves/">THE PLAYMATES</a>Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-83830459417891627112013-05-01T21:23:00.000-07:002013-05-01T21:23:52.031-07:00Naked...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-csIOG7fOLds/UYHqEnRnA5I/AAAAAAAAATk/uLnZqTB2oFs/s1600/rainbowrose.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-csIOG7fOLds/UYHqEnRnA5I/AAAAAAAAATk/uLnZqTB2oFs/s320/rainbowrose.jpg" /></a>
The state of my heart
The state of my mind
The state of my soul
The state of my body
I am here, naked before you
You, my world … the world
Vulnerable for all the world to see
Open to your mockery
To your pointed fingers
To your jeering laughter
As I try in vain to hide my true self
Covering my heart and my head
This is the state that you
YOU have left me in
This is where you walked away
As soon as you have seen
What you wanted to
What I had hesitated to show
I find, however, that I am not alone
And He has come in and covered me
He has moved my hands away
And spread His love all over me
And I am adorned in rainbows
And clouds, and joy and peace
And love, and light and smiles
I am no longer naked
You can leave now … the show is over
Your apologies are hollow
Just like the lies that they are built up on
Go away … you who have used and abused
The inner me, the inner sanctum that
You have vandalized in the name of
“CARE”
Your words were sweet, at first
Now they burn … they burn my ears
I see them and I cringe
I need for you to leave
I am clothed, I am free
I am no longer violated
You are no longer welcome
You will never, ever again
See me Naked.
Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-90049912244736235182013-04-16T18:51:00.001-07:002013-04-16T18:51:43.110-07:00STASIS...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5G5fWW1UZE/UW3_9VCKbPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/e0ZZ_JdluAw/s1600/stasis+eye.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5G5fWW1UZE/UW3_9VCKbPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/e0ZZ_JdluAw/s320/stasis+eye.jpg" /></a>
That place where souls sit and wait
For the last few miles to fade before
Their dreams come true
That corner of the desert where mirages appear
Taking your focus away from the goal at hand
Mirages that offer sinfully, delightful promises
Promises that you know are impossible to keep
But promises that reach your soul none the less
The people who suck the energy out of your dreams
And the bed where you lay the now empty shells
In the hopeless hope that they would spring to life
Again
That place in the mind where you have put yourself
Through your constant inaction
From your ever present lethargy
Caused by your doubt
Fed by your indifference
Borne of your fear
Fear of all that is
Imperative…
The need for change which happens through
Movement
Caused by faith
Pushed by knowledge
That the only constant is
The same change
And change of all ---
Mind-set, atmosphere, surroundings, ALL THINGS
All of the things that have
Kept you were you are
Swimming in the stagnant ooze
Of a swamp called
StasisTrinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-76361676247795785862013-03-26T21:10:00.000-07:002013-03-26T21:10:34.110-07:00I Have A Right To My O'PEN'ion...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qv0-wGuDBcE/UVJw8OvEMyI/AAAAAAAAASc/7E6Dpln_pCU/s1600/quill+and+ink.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qv0-wGuDBcE/UVJw8OvEMyI/AAAAAAAAASc/7E6Dpln_pCU/s320/quill+and+ink.jpg" /></a>
So if I am to understand tonight’s news reports properly, the goodly PM and cohort would now wish for the 5th Estate to pass all stories written for publication to the “Principal” for prior approval and editing??!
Seriously? Really???
I know that I’m not word for word at this point, but this is the ACTUAL meaning of the PP’s statement of dissatisfaction with the media’s reporting.
I find the situation laughable, since so many reports are already being shuffled in the newspapers like the proverbial deck of cards in order to allow the government to come up smelling like roses.
The thing with decks, particularly Tarot decks, is that eventually, the Joker will indeed turn up. The Joker, or the Fool in Tarot decks, is the first card in the deck and the first Major Arcana or High card. It represents Individuality, New Expression and New Beginnings requiring Wisdom and courage. It is a symbol of Carefree Thought and Living, Impulsiveness and Enthusiasm. Think the Honeymoon period of the current government. This card, reverted, however, is indicative of Childishness, Recklessness, and a Lack of Motivation and Common Sense.
BOOM!!! And we’re back…
I wonder if the goodly powers that be are able to recall the fact that the supposed GIANTS of “Journalistic Fortitude” jumped ship to supposed greener pastures upon the election of the PP and went to work in the ‘Halls of Power’.
Did it occur to the official mouthpieces that their propaganda machine is broken??
Their Magicians or Cobblers – another Tarot reference – who represent Creativity, Imagination, Willpower, Confidence, Communication and Skill are no longer standing ‘right side up’ because the nation is no longer willing to believe. They are inverted and showing layers upon layers of Indecision, a Weak Will and the blatant misuse of skills and powers. This is nothing but an excellent reflection of what is taking place inside the annals of government.
Thanks to the actions of the Justice card, the citizenry have become aware of the Imbalance, the Insincerity, the lack of Harmony, Equilibrium and Indecision.
The one thing that I know about Trinidad is that it is a small town divided between two islands, and everybody knows, is acquainted with or related to someone who works somewhere that information – significant or otherwise – is disseminated, and as a wonderfully comical result, every spun story that is released, is in one way or another, reversed, releasing the truth. There’s basically nowhere to hide. You can do what you want, the truth will out.
It would be fun, and at the same time frustrating, to take the time to list all of the flaws and wrongs that are screaming at the populous on a daily basis, but I don’t have the space, time or inclination to do so. I will mention the need to cook the murder and other major crime figures and shift them to page 8 or some other forgotten page in the press; the misuse of governmental facilities and equipment by ministers – prime and otherwise; the fact that no one seems to be worried about the fact that our National Security Minister CANNOT TRAVEL BEYOND OUR BORDERS; the inappropriate behaviour of members of Government who sit in the upper echelons of Power.
That being said, could this band of ill-equipped and power hungry ‘heads’ really believe that cutting the occasional ribbon is going to in some way trump stories that they create just by being themselves?
Really???
These are the same people who harshly dealt with their predecessors in the very said media, and the media more than willingly acquiesced at the time.
Did they think that by rewarding the ELDERS by presenting them with juicy salaried positions and perks, thereby rendering them toothless pit bulls that the juniors would resist the need to rise up and do their jobs?
Why does a small country like ours require a STATE OPERATED MEDIA HOUSE, when we had a Department of Information that functioned and functioned rather well?
Why do certain stories go to certain media houses while others are left in the dust to cypher what is taking place nationally?
Please be advised that MATT stands for Media Association of Trinidad and Tobago, and not Floor MAT, so desist from attempting to walk on them. They know their job and they do it well.
So, you don’t like your image in the media … so what? That’s YOUR responsibility, not theirs. They put out what you give off. Therefore, change YOUR IMAGE. Live your posts and cease from being fodder of legendary comedic proportions.
Take heed of what happens when you attempt to strong arm a nation and laud if over the people (thankfully and proudly not me!) who put you where you are.
Twelve to None much??
The people of Tobago rode the Chariot AWAY from you. How dare you attempt to tell them what they need, where they can and cannot go and then take Trinidadians to Tobago to campaign on THEIR behalf???!
Not so!
Our fortunes are constantly being spun on a reverted Wheel of Fortune, leading us down a path of failed enterprise that gambles daily with our lives and livelihoods. We are in stasis, financially and otherwise .
The only thing that I wish for at this time is that the rest of us LEARN from ‘Bago, instead of settling for the life of the inverted hanged man who swings in futile sacrifice and selfishness, fiddling idly while Rome (well, Port of Spain) burns … while governmental buildings and campuses sit in idle incompletion as these ‘champions of the people’ SPITE the former government, as if they can’t get it through their Neanderthal-like skulls that they are simply spiting a nation by allowing their ‘friends’ to earn rent from government offices.
Grease-hand much???!
It is time for us to start acting our ages and not our collective shoe sizes. Hopefully and prayerfully, we will do that soon.Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-55962906703742294452013-03-03T07:11:00.000-08:002013-03-03T07:17:17.384-08:00ARE WE AN US?<a href="http://putawedgeinit.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/image.png" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://putawedgeinit.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/image.png" /></a>
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Take a look at my latest short story post on PUT A WEDGE IN IT BLOGS:
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I hope you enjoy!!!Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-89865326683938207512013-03-01T15:57:00.000-08:002013-03-01T16:00:21.192-08:00TOUCHING ME ... FEELING YOU...
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I’m touching me with you in mind
I’m feeling you all over me
All around me, all in me
My body craves the REAL you
But gladly acts as your sensual surrogate
I’m feeling you while touching me
I hear your voice in my head
And I feel all the words
In my every breath, my every pore
I feel, I want, I need, I crave …
Every feeling begins and ends with “YOU”
Every single breath is punctuated
By wicked, juicy thoughts of you
My hands crave and need to feel you
My body goes on point at the sound of your name
You say things to me about me
That takes my breath away
I love that my voice brings
Your body to willing attention
We touch us, and feel each other
The mutuality is all we need
Till we can feel and reach and touch
And explore and satisfy what needs to be satisfied
Then die to live and die again
Please touch me
But this time …
Touch more than my soul.
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Hey there
The attached link leads to one of my short stories. Please take the time to read and comment.
Thank you ::::::
<a href="http://bit.ly/WzkjTG">SWEETNESS AND WORDS</a> by Donna Mae Greaves
Miguel watched her walk across the campus as he did every morning. He sat at his usual booth in the coffee shop – coffee, pancakes and eggs in front of him, laptop open and paper folded back to the daily crossword – but none of this ritual would begin until he could see her no more....
Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-67311157357826086242013-01-27T20:31:00.000-08:002013-01-27T20:31:02.196-08:00THE HEALTHY BBW<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the minds of the uninitiated, that phrase makes no sense. It could also be taken and knocked around as a joke, because of course, us big girls have simply eaten ourselves to out sized sexiness.
SO WRONG!!!
The things that people don’t take the time to look at are things like genetics, disease – and as a result, medication, mind-set, stress levels, earning power.
Genetics points us to family and our predisposition to gaining and keeping weight on. There was a time when the statement “I come from a big-boned family” would cause raucous laughter in any room. The fact is that although people refer to the bones, it is a fact that families share everything, including the genes that make our bodies the way that they are. It ain’t about the bones, but it is about the body. If your father is tall and solid and your mother is short nd solid, you my darling, will break even in the middle and be solidly medium heighted. And when I say solid I mean that a waif you will never be.
There are diseases and medications that bring on the ponds as well. If you’re asthmatic, you’re going to gain weight more than likely because the meds are usually locked down with steroids. If you’re diabetic you can either gain or lose poundage.
Someone’s mind-set is also a heavy contributor to the poundage, particularly if it is that they are stressed, personally or professionally. This point is linked though to eating, because stress does make some of us eat, as does depression, anger and anxiety.
Our power to earn a decent wage puts us at risk for extra poundage as well. The more we earn is the better that we can eat. The lower our wages, the more difficult it is for us to buy the best, hence we fall victim to the mass produced, the fat saturated, the wonder and max sized meals .. basically the things that are moments on the lips and forever on our hips.
So we know what ails us. Do we even take the time to check on what heals and helps us? They ae in our hands, and at the end of our legs. Our hands and feet. Our hands are the instruments that put the food into our mouths and our feet are the things that get us moving.
We need to nourish our bodies … not just feed ourselves. We need to get moving and not just move ourselves. I’m not saying that we need to run a marathon every other weekend, but we need to get up off our tushes and shake them down the lane or around a park or savannah. There are times when we don’t realize that we can be and have been our own worse enemies. We complain about the aches and the pains when we move, but the irony is that the more we move, the less the pains become.
The other thing is that when we eat … really eat … we lose the pounds. Our metabolisms are unable to become lazy when we eat the way we should.. we have become so used to the seesaw that is the diet life that we starve ourselves, not realizing that our bodies become so worried about us that they ‘lovingly’ store the fat in our bodies, just in case we decide not to eat again. Again, our own faults.
You may be wondering why this rant on myself and my BBW sistahs. It’s simple really. A photograph was placed on our group wall the other day of a woman … a beautiful woman … with hips that measure more than 8 feet in circumference, and this is something of which she is proud. If you look at this woman you can see that from her face to her shoulders to her bustline and waist, she is your average full figured woman. Then there are the hips. And then her legs go back to average.
There is no way on God’s green earth that you can tell me she’s healthy. She spoke of the thousands photographs that have been taken of her, and the way that people stare at her when she walks down the road with her husband and family. She speaks of exercising, but her children have to pull her out of her seat at home, and when she does ‘exercise’ she only moves her arms. That has NOTHING to do with her girth.
It frightened me to look at this woman, and in my fear, I thought of all of us full figured women, many of us who believe that being comfortable with your body means sitting on our asses an doing nothing. As someone who has battled back from 396 lbs about eight years ago to 228 now (And I ain’t done yet!!), I think I have the right to yell at any and all of us when we sit and stew in complacence. THAT IS NOT AN OPTION. Nobody says that you have to wafer thin in order to be sexy … particularly since REAL men know that there ain’t nothin wrong with meat on a REAL woman, and guys, you need to get up off your asses and motivate your woman. What am saying is that we need to be the best of ourselves Love your curves, believe in your curves ... Get to steppin and do the work!
Okay … I’ve said a mouthful.
Please … I beg of you … let’s get started. It’s for your own good!Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-65810107757041515842013-01-25T19:03:00.001-08:002013-01-25T19:04:30.499-08:00WANTED & NEEDED: INTERVENTION
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Today is one of those days when the only thing that comes to mind is the overwhelming need to SCREAM…
It’s been a while since I’ve had one of these … but it feels the way it always does … heavy, annoying, attention-grabbing, yucky.
It’s one of those days when everyone that I speak to tells me that I need to let go of the past. It’s one of those times when people are surprisingly intuitive where I’m concerned and are really concerned that I get out of the funk.
That happens because people can’t properly deal with me in this mood. They expect ‘Happy Deemay’, ‘Bubbly Deemay’, ‘Always willing to help Deemay’. It’s off putting when the person who normally picks up the pieces needs to have her pieces picked up. OH MY GOODNESS!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GONNA DO??! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THE HEALER NEEDS HEALING???!
Yes, she does. She needs to be held and comforted and talked to and soothed. She needs to hear that someone is there for her, and not just to offer her lip service and platitudes. She needs genuine concern and feeling. Basically … she needs love … agape … filial. She needs her troupes to gather themselves together and be available for her. She needs for them to know this intrinsically and not have to be told.
Where’s the Ben & Jerry’s What-A-Cluster or the bottle of Manischewitz Blackberry that would soothe her savaged soul and ravaged feathers? Where is the phone call that lets her know that someone out there … anywhere is in tune with what ails her, even though she’s still tryng to figure out precisely which one of her situations has brought on the feeling of fucked up blue funk that she is currently waddling through…
Dear Lord, make this crap go away! Whatever the ties that need to be cut, let them be cut. Whatever the fear that lingers then let it leave …. Just free me from this feeling of free-falling into the Land of Melancholia. I can’t live there ... I WON’T live there … somebody please, PLEASE come get me…
My hands are reaching skyward, and I’m waiting…
Hurry.
Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-65760038836497652082013-01-17T16:01:00.001-08:002013-01-17T16:15:00.743-08:00REVELATIONS...
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I love the way you caress my body, and I find it adorable the way you get upset when I refer to my lumps and bumps.
It’s amazing how you worry about me and worry when I’m not one hundred per cent. You’re a very caring person, and it’s cute the way you try to hide that fact beneath the gruff exterior.
Your eyes make me beautiful in my eyes, and that’s major.
No girl has ever been as important as I am to you when we’re together. You’re accepting of me as I am, but you don’t like what you refer to as my negative self-talk…
Here’s the thing though … I am.
I’m not being negative when I talk about my lumps and bumps or even when I talk about the size of my ass or breasts.
You know why?
I've lived in this body all of my life, and I've watched it morph into all the different sizes and shapes that I've been. As a result, I have an intimate relationship with every bump of cellulite, every extra fold that occurred because of changes in weight and the shift of gravity. I know every pimple, every scrape every scar … I know why they occurred and I remember when. I have fond and not so fond memories of skinned knees and bruised feelings.
I haven’t lived in this beautiful temple for all of these years without knowing her and knowing her well. She loves attention, but it must be positive and loving attention. She loves being touched but it must come from a place of admiration and care. She blossoms under attention but that attention must be honest and not force.
To quote someone’s lyrics, my body is a wonderland. You’ve been privileged to be allowed through her gates. Enjoy the wonder of me …my soul and the temple that hold her lovingly. Enjoy the treats that have been offered to you, and when the time comes for you to leave, be sure to genuflect and give thanks for the opportunity that was gifted to you.
I’m no longer a giggly girl … I have become a woman and I know what it means to be appreciated for the woman that I have become…
Love me or leave me, just do not deceive me … some sins just cannot be tolerated…
Hearts and flowers,
Me <3 @);---
Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-63700058217996644372012-04-27T11:45:00.000-07:002012-04-27T11:45:47.281-07:00LIVE TO GIVE ... THAT'S THE LOVE AND LIFE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes, we have moments in our lives when we experience humanity in all of its truest and, at times, meanest form.
We step on each other’s feelings, make each other cry,, stab each other in the back … generally act like the antithesis of who we really are destined to be.
Why?
We do it in the name of achievement, in the name of getting ahead … we even call it destiny at time, forgetting that we have in our own quest, squashed someone else’s God-given destiny.
We forget that we are basically the same person … we are one body, really, and as such, we are mandated to treat each other with respect, kindness and love.
Never forget where you’ve come from, no matter how supposedly grand the achievement. Hold fast to the values instilled into your soul by your parents. Take care of the little ones around you – the young, the weak, the infirm. Do good and good will attend you. The moment we begin giving more than is actually required, that is the moment when we reap the benefits due us.Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-11949524591906213982012-01-28T15:42:00.001-08:002012-04-27T11:47:04.019-07:00STOLEN...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZBDuiSj0Lc/TySIU8ye4uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/bTiJbjXtRUU/s1600/n-love-by-wak.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZBDuiSj0Lc/TySIU8ye4uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/bTiJbjXtRUU/s400/n-love-by-wak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702832921654518498" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />He’s not mine, I’m not his …<br />Yet the magnetic pull<br />Between us boggles the mind.<br />We make no sense<br />Outside of stolen moments<br />When hands grope for places<br />And things oft talked about<br />When clothing feels like prisons<br />When eye contact speaks volumes<br />And a touch transmits the sexual electricity<br />Between us – the current that shouldn’t be<br />Whispers of words that<br />Translate willingly into “Fuck me please”.<br />The scent of each other’s skin<br />The sound of our voices<br />The glimpse into each other’s thoughts<br />Thoughts consumed by the possibility<br />Of further stolen moments<br />When we consummate this mind blinding need<br />To sweetly fuck till the need subsides,<br />But it doesn’t…<br />To touch and to taste till there’s nothing new,<br />But yet there is …<br />There will always be a yen for<br />Stolen moments<br />Secret times, illicit sweetness<br />Blind release, and naughty, naughty musings…Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-70146096379376321912012-01-09T19:33:00.000-08:002012-01-09T19:36:08.592-08:00SWEET OBSESSION...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LPRW6awCfq8/TwuyExl2OiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/KjLsn6maBUI/s1600/light-my-fire-by-wak.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LPRW6awCfq8/TwuyExl2OiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/KjLsn6maBUI/s400/light-my-fire-by-wak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695841948841425442" /></a><br /><br /><br />So, you’re not a writer.<br />So you say…<br />You’re a doer…<br />Let me tell you, baby<br />That your actions are<br />Your words<br />And your words, your pen.<br />You weave quite the story with the movement of those<br />Sweet, sexy lips,<br />With the movement of your hands …<br />With the promises of the bulge in your jeans –<br />The bulge you say<br />Was created by the <br />The thought of my warm, soft flesh, pressed against<br />The masculine plains of<br />Your body’s landscape.<br /><br />Would that I would <br />Be permitted to run<br />My hands over your <br />Willing geography<br />Oh … to be permitted <br />To explore you from<br />The top of your head<br />To the soles of your feet<br />And do let me stop <br />At the fountain that’s <br />Strategically placed<br />In the centre of it all.<br /><br />Let me drink from<br />That spout, in the <br />Same way that you talk of worshipping at<br />My Holy Oasis.<br />Let me lay my<br />Ever yielding body –<br />Open as it is –<br />Down upon your<br />Dessert sands, which<br />Spring to life fully <br />At my touch <br /><br /> <br />Let me taste the<br />Brown sugar that<br />Is your beautiful skin.<br />Let me become one with <br />You on this sweet ride<br />Into total oblivion<br />And release<br />Let me – just this once –<br />Let you bring us both<br />To completeness as we<br />Find the time and place<br />To truly give in to<br />This sweet, shared<br />And treasured obsession.<br /><br /><br />January 9, 2012Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-78151627261535925332011-06-30T11:48:00.000-07:002011-06-30T11:52:27.220-07:00My Dear Future Husband...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2bxixKMEGg/TgzFmmPY4KI/AAAAAAAAAP0/S78KdGhCknI/s1600/istock_000012121012xsmall.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2bxixKMEGg/TgzFmmPY4KI/AAAAAAAAAP0/S78KdGhCknI/s400/istock_000012121012xsmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624087301569700002" /></a><br /><br /><br />I found the original of this post on Daily Diva, and I fell madly in love with it. I have edited it to suit me, and I'm positive that any of us reading this can mentally edit it to suit ourselves.<br /><br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><em>Dear Future Husband,<br /><br />I am not a morning person…never have been…never will be, but I do look forward to waking up to you every single morning that The Creator gives us together.<br /><br />Music is my blood…without it…there is no life…and essentially there is no me.<br /><br />I am a proud alumnus of the Diego Martin Government Secondary School and I don’t play any game when it comes to trash talking my alma mater. Translation: You don’t want no trouble.<br /><br />I want you to be the head. There is no “I” in team. Let’s build this house together. I’ve proven that I can do it on my own; I’m ready to do it with you.<br /><br />I’m perfectly imperfect and wouldn’t change a thing that didn’t need to be changed. Life to me is about infinite possibilities and you learn and grow from mistakes just as you do from blessings.<br /><br />I need space…but I also need you.<br /><br />My mouth…can and will get me into trouble. Sometimes I can be misunderstood, but please know my intentions are always good.<br /><br />God, Loyalty, Trust, Respect, Honesty, Humor…our foundation<br /><br />I will never take myself too seriously.<br /><br />I am blessed and honored to be on this journey with you.<br /><br />I'm here and I’m waiting,<br />Dee</em>Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-85913107100621952622011-06-13T12:58:00.000-07:002011-06-13T13:01:08.304-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4oB2bK5jly4/TfZsEtzZJoI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AqOZL4jvilg/s1600/260404_10150211850776382_501661381_6967020_2838960_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4oB2bK5jly4/TfZsEtzZJoI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AqOZL4jvilg/s400/260404_10150211850776382_501661381_6967020_2838960_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617796413461702274" /></a><br /><br />Come see me perform with my friends - the Eastern Youth Chorale on Saturday June 25th, 2011 from 8PM at All Saint's Church, Marly Street, Port of Spain.<br /><br />The tickets are $120.00<br /><br />Contact me through this blog or those of you who have my mobile, do the same.<br /><br />This is goingt o be a wonderful show that you should not miss!!!Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-78088767735756060472011-05-23T20:50:00.000-07:002011-05-23T21:00:38.073-07:00MAY 24, 2011 - ONE YEAR AFTER ... HOW YUH FEEL?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jipfltZqv6o/Tdss5RM2eoI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ork7lLqShMc/s1600/babycries.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jipfltZqv6o/Tdss5RM2eoI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ork7lLqShMc/s400/babycries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610127123201555074" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I chose the title for this blog without giving much thought to the fact that I have an infamously short fuse; not to mention a way-too-low tolerance for bullshit.<br /><br />How do I feel --- REALLY?? The first words that spring to mind are … “WHAT??? YOU’RE JOKING RIGHT???!”, so incredulous is the question. The person who asks this has honestly been living under a huge-ass rock for a year.<br /><br />NYEH NYEH – I TOLD YOU SO…<br />In a way, I feel vindicated. I said that no good would come of this holy People’s Partnership alliance and so far, no good has.<br /><br />The unfortunate truth of the matter is that promises were their supposed future and broken promises are their present. There are thousands of citizens who are now mumbling and grumbling as they wonder why they signed on with the party in power – particularly the public servants and the people once employed by the CPEP programme. These are the people that they wooed, wined and dined with promises of higher wages, of job security, of integration into the services, of nests feathered with an endless supply of monetary goodies. They promised milk and honey and delivered cardboard and charcoal.<br /><br />“COME CELEBRATE OUR YEAR OF ACCOMPLISHMENTS!”<br />Uhhhh … hello!!! What accomplishments?? You have done nothing more than take the credit for plans, projects and policies already in train; and not only have you taken the credit, you’ve been petty as hell about it. A prime example of same would be the ribbon cutting ceremony for the Powder Magazine Walk Over – the one with the elevators and ramps on both sides. This was the brainchild of then Minister of Works, Hon. Colm Imbert, yet JACK-IN-THE-BOX cuts the ribbon and does not deem it fit to invite Mr Imbert because as JACKASS-BOY puts it “H-h-h-h-e-e take t-t-tooo long!” PETTINESS!!!<br /><br />The project is not … WAS not yours to take the glory for. It has been the same cry nationwide. None of your ideas have been original, so basically you’re doing stitches for another surgeon’s operation, Drs. Dread.<br /><br />Mr Panday was brilliantly precise when he described the PP Government as FUNCITONAL, because that’s all you’ve been doing – going to functions; that and increasing your frequent flyer miles.<br /><br />I BEEN HERE, THERE AND EVERYWHERE…<br />Must be nice travelling every other week, especially when you don’t have to pay. Why should you when there are so many giving taxpayers to rob … I mean rely on. It’s gotta be good being the PM – or one of her ministers/friends/family members/dog/cat/parakeet/hairdresser/stylists/side piece … cuz you know you’ll eventually get a trip or a hundred to somewhere. It must be great turning up in some foreign land or another, showing off your entourage – all under the guise of seeking the country’s interest. I’m sure that I’m not the only one awaiting the arrival of all of these supposed foreign investors for Trini … and I mean new ones, not the ones already courted by the former regime and the ones who were already putting ideas into action and landing on our shores. So yeah … you’re the ONLY one believing your hype.<br /><br />HOW DO I REALLY FEEL??!<br />As a nation we feel hoodwinked, bamboozled, duped and run amok upon.<br /><br />Personally I’M MAD AS HELL. Everyone who had a yellow t-shirt, some doubt and a voice went the way of CHANGE. Yeah we got change alright. We had a dollar and we changed it for five cents. Right now it looks as if we are still owed four of those five. Some of the newly disenchanted are attempting to soothe their wounds by saying that it wasn’t change but EXCHANGE.<br /><br />BULLSHIT<br /><br />This was not exchange, by any rate. Yes we had mismanagement, but dammit, it was manageable. There were instances of nepotism, but not like this. Crime existed and has always been a problem, but not on SO HIGH a level – and yes the rate is high, not matter how they attempt to doctor the headlines. There are crimes being committed and people being killed that are not being reported in a nasty attempt to drive the figures down. Racism is at an all time high, but hey … we’re alright – right???!<br /><br />I am sick to my stomach as I watch my country unravel at its jagged seams.<br /><br />We are sitting on a powder keg people. Wake up and smell the Johnny Walker Double Black and Grey Goose flavored coffee – a mixture that leaves a stench of vomit, greed, sex, lies, innuendo and ‘other’ unholy alliances behind.<br /><br />Change? Yeah … change for the worst, alright …<br /><br />Exchange? OH HELL NO!!! Not by along shot!!! <br /><br />Are you prepared to deal with this particularly nightmarish scenario for another four years???<br /><br />Be honest with yourself … a year has passed – how do YOU feel??!<br /><br />Ah gorne!!!Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-8500160378473305062011-05-21T18:49:00.000-07:002011-05-21T18:55:33.815-07:00REALITY CHECK - YOU MAY NEED TO GET OFF THE SOCIAL NETWORKING TRAIN ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lIp8tUsRgUc/Tdhs2rjCUfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/5LwjL5vqusA/s1600/Slide1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lIp8tUsRgUc/Tdhs2rjCUfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/5LwjL5vqusA/s320/Slide1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609353022548365810" /></a><br /><br /><br />IF:<br /><br />You take offence everytime someone approaches you in a manner that you are not used to…<br /><br />Your friend list isn’t growing because you believe that every member of the opposite sex is trying to get with you …<br /><br />Your friend list isn’t growing because you believe that every member of the SAME SEX is trying to get with you …<br /><br />You’re offended by everyone who talks to you<br /><br />You’re offended that NO ONE talks to you<br /><br />You have members of your own family on your block list (That last joke was just so very wrong, Cousin Ed!!!)…<br /><br />You get incensed when people copy your carefully crafted, original quotations and use them as their own ,,, nevermind they quote your name as well …<br />You are ticked because other users copy those adorable doggie and kittie piccies that you posted. HOW DARE THEY??!<br /><br />You have abso-frickin’-lutely no concept of PUBLIC DOMAIN<br /><br />You believe every instruction broadcasted on BBM, and you’re not only pissed at the sender for not cross referencing and double checking the results, but you’re pissed at yourself for yet again hitting ‘SEND’ …<br /><br />You’re mad at people for not respecting your time and rest --- nevermind that you’re up at 3AM changing your profile pic and status…<br /><br />You don’t get that SOCIAL means INTERACTIVE, not SOCIAL as in the sense of ‘SOCIAL DORA’ (Trini reference), or for the rest of the planet, ANTI-SOCIAL. It ain’t a reference to your auntie; it’s a comment on your friggin’, unfriendly mindset and disposition …<br /><br />You don’t get that stumbledupon means that you WILL BE FOUND. Yep … there it is again … PUBLIC DOMAIN…<br /><br />You believe the government is monitoring your every move via your facebook account since you posted the other day that you really do love the opposition party…<br />You don’t get that ICQ means ‘I SEEK YOU’, so that people will ACTUALLY SEEK YOU OUT --- the morons!!!<br /><br /><br />This is just the tip of the Social Networking mountain. Lemme know what your thoughts are … don’t be shy – not that any of you REALLY are …Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-26329353218691444222011-02-25T11:50:00.000-08:002011-02-25T12:04:08.736-08:00AGAIN WITH THE PEN…(Dismantling the Dream and Selling it off as parts)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vsqnk4-0Rc4/TWgKYL6DImI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/9ZovMCzO7sE/s1600/stock-photo-quill-ink-and-a-rose-2466991.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vsqnk4-0Rc4/TWgKYL6DImI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/9ZovMCzO7sE/s320/stock-photo-quill-ink-and-a-rose-2466991.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577719549127762530" /></a><br /><br /><br />So I’ve been attempting to sit quietly by and observe. Why? Because I have been accused of super-imposing my politic on to what has been happening under the new regime. As a result, I put my pen to bed, folded my arms and put my finger on my lips.<br /><br />Well …<br /><br />To quote one of my very best friends, I think I’m in need of duct tape now because my finger can no longer hold it all in. There’s so much that I don’t know where to go … where to begin …<br /><br />PM1<br /><br />Seriously??? The official vehicle of the Prime Minister – PM1 – is now being called Puke Mobile 1??! Our leader is now publicly known for a constant flow of ‘flu-like’ symptoms – particularly vomiting - and IN THE CAR???! We are constantly being told that the PM is unwell. What – does she not trust the goodly medical systems at our health facilities, such as they are under HER regime and the certifiably batty Minister of Health? Well there’s always the private institutions … but then someone might actually say what it really is that’s being treated – ALCOHOL POISONING – and not the flu. How am I supposed to relax into a state of calm when the Prime Minister is constantly off in La-La (hic) Land getting her friggin jollies while the country is on auto-pilot??!<br /><br />SECURITY! RIGHT …<br /><br />So paranoia has been added to the mix. Rumor has it that ALL of the security cameras installed have been or are in the process of being removed because the goodly leader doesn’t want anyone to know about the goings on at the Palace – the same Palace that ‘they’ didn’t want to occupy. Right…<br /><br />How insipid does one have to be before the realization dawns that no cameras mean no security? Humans can only do so much and things are not like they used to be back in the day; but then again, if you’re dealing with all things illicit then I guess you don’t want a tale of the tape…<br /><br />WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FO RME LATELY??!<br /><br />It’s been nine months – the gestation period for a human child – and NOTHING has been done. Anything that has reached any sense of completion or continuation was already in the pipeline pre-PP. The order of the day thus far is searching ancient files for ancient papers in an attempt to ‘expose’ the ills of the past regime. We don’t fuckin’ care! Unfortunately your asses were elected to lead this country not to RUN IT AGROUND. <br /><br />NEWSFLASH: We’re tired, we’re fed up and some of us … like, say, ME – knew you didn’t have what it took to run this place. Face it; you NEVER believed that you would win! This was a bigger shock to you than it was to most of us, and as a result you had and still have NO PLAN OF ACTION, save divvying up the spoils between the upper echelon of your hideously corrupt and twisted band of thieves!<br /><br />JACK OF ALL TRADES…<br /><br />And master of fuckin’ none! He serves no blasted purpose … acts like HE’s in charge of the government and country … runs roughshod over anyone who opposes his views and rules … sold his soul to a murti in order to get to where he seriously thinks he is. No wonder his Justice Joker had to refer to him as the People’s Deputy Prime Minister. Your own ministry isn’t enough for you – you need to have a finger in every pie. What is it – don’t you think that others can do their jobs or is it that you’re bored? Inquiring minds wanna know. You’re always talking about right and truth and justice and honesty, but FIFA is investigating your ass for MASSIVE THEFT. See anything wrong here? Can you spell I-R-O-N-Y boys and girls??? If you stay in your own blasted lane then maybe … just maybe … others may be able to drive.<br /><br />LIMBO, LIMBO LIKE ME!<br /><br />So here we sit … a country in limbo, waiting for the other shoe to drop. There have been prophesies of earthquakes, but I respectfully submit that the rumblings are not in the earth, but among the people, because the PP made promises to a lot of people behind many a closed door and now that they’ve been delivered via vote into the perceived promised land, they need to pay the piper and don’t have a clue as to how to start delivering.<br /><br />In all honesty I worry more about insurrection than I do about natural disasters. I believe in emergency planning – canned goods, candles, bottled water and batteries, but it’s not about storm clouds above, but about the raging storm in the hearts and bellies of the people.<br /><br />Pay up, put up and shut up – that’s all there is to it. Give what you promised and do so in a timely fashion and without bellyaching. As it stands … I really don’t see you lasting much longer than two years…<br /><br />I will continue to watch and wait. I will continue to form my opinions. The sad thing is that I am tired of giving them the benefit of the doubt because there has been no benefit for me.<br /><br />The Pen stops here … UNTIL.Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-17224540802175993752011-01-24T22:18:00.000-08:002011-01-24T22:36:21.185-08:00IT'S IN THE JEANS ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TT5sndXoNOI/AAAAAAAAAOU/bDypY7xEix8/s1600/100_1554.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TT5sndXoNOI/AAAAAAAAAOU/bDypY7xEix8/s320/100_1554.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566005614630941922" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br /><br />So I’ve been spilling my beans all over the place and talking about my journey down the often perilous but never boring road called WEIGHT LOSS.<br /><br />It’s been no picnic, nor has it been a party, and if it was one, then I missed the invitation … but it has been a lesson in patience, stamina and gratitude,<br /><br />It’s taken me more time than most people because of things like fear, hesitation and yes, even some neglect of self, but I am getting there … I’m plodding along…<br /><br />RIGHT!!!<br /><br />So that was my disclaimer … but I do have news to share – or should I say SHOW.<br /><br />The photos that appear below, tell a story – the story of my waistline, my hips, my thighs, my legs!<br /><br />Yes folks! I have gone from a size 26 pair of jeans to a Size 14 Tall!<br /><br />And all I can say is THANK YOU GOD … THANK YOU LEE … THANK YOU EVERYBODY!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TT5tIlhkxzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1IrDDffBY_4/s1600/100_1628.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TT5tIlhkxzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1IrDDffBY_4/s320/100_1628.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566006183755826994" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TT5tWYQ6j7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/ID2bU5ySPlg/s1600/100_1630.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TT5tWYQ6j7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/ID2bU5ySPlg/s320/100_1630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566006420714459058" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TT5ti0fc5gI/AAAAAAAAAOs/hBtmEC7fFTw/s1600/100_1632.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TT5ti0fc5gI/AAAAAAAAAOs/hBtmEC7fFTw/s320/100_1632.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566006634450052610" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TT5tvx2yCBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RQM5Mk6jN8o/s1600/100_1634.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TT5tvx2yCBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RQM5Mk6jN8o/s320/100_1634.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566006857080899602" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TT5t6xBFaqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hAx6qrejpaM/s1600/100_1635.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TT5t6xBFaqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hAx6qrejpaM/s320/100_1635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566007045834238626" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TT5uF9RgF6I/AAAAAAAAAPE/6AOEpkQqJfk/s1600/100_1636.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TT5uF9RgF6I/AAAAAAAAAPE/6AOEpkQqJfk/s320/100_1636.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566007238102882210" /></a><br /><br />I’m not done yet … so please don’t leave me … I need your strength to continue this journey… so as always, journey with me.<br /><br />The Changeling…<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-75382974538101554712011-01-09T07:27:00.000-08:002011-01-09T07:52:26.004-08:00THREE LITTLE WORDS...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TSnYhwyWnJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qKcemvFR4rc/s1600/Slide1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TSnYhwyWnJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qKcemvFR4rc/s320/Slide1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560213289508969618" /></a><br /><br /><br />Yeah I know you were expecting “I love you”, but I have come across three words that pertain to me --- and right now they hold more power.<br /><br />You see … these words are very much alike yet they are extremely different –<br /><br />DEER, DEAR, DARE…<br /><br />Confused much? Don’t be …<br /><br />DEER<br /><br />I’ve been, I sadly confess, a deer caught in headlights – waiting to be rescued by someone who would tell me that I didn’t need to say anything … that they understood and heard what was in my heart. I’ve stood in those headlights, longing for the arrival of my supposed Knight in shining armour, who would step out from behind those bright as hell headlights and scoop me up into his strong and competent arms from the path of the oncoming ‘chariot’ and save me from all impending danger. Unfortunately it never happened … the knight didn’t arrive, at least not in time – and invariably I was left to languish under the bus, wallowing in unrequited love, hurt, disappointment, anger and sadness. The ones that I kept near and dear before didn’t hold me in such high esteem. They preferred what they preferred and usually it was someone who they declared to be toxic and unworthy of their love and my worry. The truth is that they declared this so many times that their speeches usually ended up being read by the Universe as declarations of love and passion.<br /><br />Having seen the cold hard light of dawn, I would be the one to detach and free them to languish in their self imposed toxicity while I licked my wounds … silently – yet again – wondering why it is they couldn’t see what I couldn’t say … all because no one held me …<br /><br />DEAR<br /><br />Oh to be dear to someone … that’s really all I’ve wanted – to be held in high and precious regard … to be the one whom others are willing to tilt at windmills for, and to feel moved to do the same.<br /><br />To be dear is to be precious … to be thought of as special, worth fighting for, even if it means fighting with self. Holding someone dear makes us dear ourselves. Just as our dear ones glow, so do we … as they smile, so do we … it’s a wonderfully symbiotic relationship. Being held dear allows us permission to …<br /><br />DARE<br /><br />Dare to be different … dare to step out of the headlights … dare to speak out and into your own life. We dare to say all of the things that we’ve been storing up inside while we stood in those infamous headlights. We dare to be true to self and to the ones we hold dear. Finally we get to the point where nothing short of a watershed moment would give life to all that we have wanted so desperately to speak into being … to give life to.<br /><br />So basically …<br />I was a deer until someone held me dear and as a result I now dare to be all the things that others believed that I could be – even when I didn’t – and all the things that I knew were locked deep inside but didn’t dare be.<br /><br />I am changing, journey with me … I am a work in progress, but what progress I have made … all because I have now taken the time to dare …<br /><br />Today I dare to fall through my fears because unless I do, I will never know what waits for me, and I will never sprout the appropriate wings that I will need for this flight…Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-72193960740636030242010-11-26T06:17:00.001-08:002010-11-26T06:57:09.472-08:00HIS EYES ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TO_KvsS4GLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/V0DHXP-aTOY/s1600/Nev%2527s%2Beyes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TO_KvsS4GLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/V0DHXP-aTOY/s320/Nev%2527s%2Beyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543872587009366194" /></a><br /><br /><br />I looked into his eyes<br />And I got lost …<br />Happily lost in their depths<br />Lost in the restful pools <br />That allow him access to my soul<br />He can see into me with those eyes<br />And he doesn’t even have to try<br />I can see myself in his eyes too<br />I watch, fascinated, as I fall<br />Deeper and deeper into his eyes<br />Deeper and deeper into him<br /><br />He holds my gaze<br />And keeps my attention<br />In such a way that<br />I forget who may have <br />Squatted here before<br />Happily lost am I in<br />The cool assurance of his stare<br />Warmed by the dark lava like<br />Center orbs that into me see<br />I feel the heat on my face<br />As we silently explore our new intimacy<br /><br />He pulls me in with<br />Those tractor beams<br />I’m swimming … going<br />Further than I need to but<br />Who cares…<br />I want to be need to him<br />To be totally mesmerized<br />By the cool heat<br />Of his eyes…Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-48558535632064615242010-11-25T11:28:00.000-08:002010-11-25T11:29:24.387-08:0016 DIFFERENT WAYS TO SUNDAY ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TO6459w4mcI/AAAAAAAAANw/oSlDPMXyY5g/s1600/Circus_2624.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TO6459w4mcI/AAAAAAAAANw/oSlDPMXyY5g/s320/Circus_2624.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543571497311312322" /></a><br /><br /><br />So here it is, I’m at the start again, and trying to make sense of this crazy lil thing hat shall remain nameless.<br /><br />I know that people believe that they are being helpful. I know that they think that wisdom is the thing that I crave. What they don’t get is that the thing I need most is CONSISTENCY… and I need it in all things, particularly in things concerning MY HEART.<br /><br />I’m constantly being told to turn myself around – as in reinvent myself. Everyone knows PRECISELY what’s right for me, and it’s all conflicting.<br /><br />Be forthcoming … be mysterious; tell him what’s on your mind … don’t say anything; be shy … be bold…<br /><br />WTF??! There’s only one of me; yet everyone is trying to break me into tiny little pieces. Am I really that naïve? Is it that the life I’ve led in the past forty-odd years has really left me so cloistered and unprepared for the world?<br /><br />I don’t think that I’m seeking the impossible, and I don’t believe that I’m being unreasonable. I require very little to keep me happy … I want respect, trust, love, affection, honesty … consistency. I could demand these things, but I don’t. I TRUST that the man who wants to be with me will willingly give these things and give them abundantly.<br /><br />It is still amazing for me to have to realize that as a WOMAN, I’m the one who has to bend myself 16 different ways to Sunday to please the male of the species. Question is, who is bending himself into knots and twists just to keep me happy? And is he going to do so willingly and be patient while I figure out what it is I really need?<br /><br />Should you be strolling through town and you find one or more of these gems, would you kindly send him way? The fact is that I have found one of them … he just doesn’t know how wonderful he Is as yet … but he will! (Wink, wink)Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242341117025089454.post-65064572055745518282010-11-22T10:08:00.000-08:002010-11-22T10:11:16.591-08:00BE FREE … FREE ENOUGH TO ACCEPT YOUR HAPPINESS.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TOqx4lOuoHI/AAAAAAAAANo/tGoU5MbitoA/s1600/chinese-symbols-of-love-happiness-peace-harmony-teo-alfonso.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2XTYuXX2Dw/TOqx4lOuoHI/AAAAAAAAANo/tGoU5MbitoA/s320/chinese-symbols-of-love-happiness-peace-harmony-teo-alfonso.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542437877057495154" /></a><br /><br /><br />It’s the strangest thing but I’ve just discovered – well not really JUST – but discovered nonetheless that we are sometimes so chained to the idea of being melancholy that we can actually fear our awaiting happiness.<br /><br />There really isn’t anything new under the sun, and I know that someone else has already had the particular AHA! Moment, yet it is quite amazing to me that so many of us live in a perpetual state of waiting for the other shoe to fall.<br /><br />A prime example is my relationship record. I don’t love easily, but when I do love I love hard. As a result I have sat idly by and watched myself get taken advantage of, all in the name of L-O-V-E. There have been a couple of instances when I have overextended myself and taken the stories given to me to heart in order for me to give and give and give of my best, while I received crumbs in return. Nevertheless I pressed forward, sure and assured that the love was there and it would grow.<br /><br />As we say in local parlance – SALT! That is what I was presented with in the end … salt. Recently, I took myself out of a particular equation and finally admitted that I was constantly being sucker punched. Therefore the decision was finally and clearly made that I needed to save ME. The one who was constantly showered with my affection, effort, understanding, absolution … this same one who gave nothing but fragments in return, has been set free to sit in his proverbial pile of filth … toxic baby mama and all … thereby freeing me to explore the other options that were being presented to me.<br /><br />This is where it gets interesting. Not only was I being shown another way to be with and around a grown man who behaves like one and was and is showing me the interest and affection that one should expect, here I was … waiting for the other shoe to drop. I find myself looking for and hoping to find phantoms that would give justification to the way that I felt. There had to be something wrong hidden somewhere and I was going to find it dammit!<br /><br />The sad thing is that I spent so much time looking for what wasn’t there that I almost missed the boat completely. That’s when it dawned that I needed to free myself from all of the paraphernalia of the past and allow myself to be free enough to accept my happiness and everything that goes with it.<br /><br />It sounds like an insurmountable task … it also sound like some sort of twisted chicken soup for the soul, but it isn’t. The key to this freedom is knowing that as a child of the Most High, happiness is a given. Worry is a learnt habit. We’re not born to worry, but we gain the knowledge from those around us. Worry is particularly fascinating for the female of the species, but I digress.<br /><br />Give yourself permission to laugh and smile and enjoy things genuinely.<br /><br />The good things are all pre-ordained. The nasty little surprises along the way are the things that we manifest via worry, doubt and distrust.<br /><br />Bless UP!Trinitee Seeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498989536649187043noreply@blogger.com2