Cannon

Hello People of Purpose! Here is my second entry posted on the Makings of Me site. As requested, I will be comitting to writing in my own blog more consistently to give my readers more of ME. Expect at least three entries per week (including my Wednesdays WELLness guest column). I am excited about you going on this journey with me and count it an honor that you chose to stop by. Tomorrow I will share my take on the "Act like a Lady think like a Man" theory. *wink*

Now for Wednesdays WELLness....

 

Wednesdays WELLness w/Guest Columnist Ebony Duncan

When I began this journey I wasn’t sure of the outcome but my faith pushed me forward. I invested, planted, sowed, prayed, cried, laughed, and wished upon a star; surely this formula would render a result that my flesh could celebrate. Even at my greatest moments of doubt, I declared victory but it sought me not. The outcome felt like a cannon ball going a hundred miles per hour towards my gut.  BOOM! I fall…I lay there…I weep…I question…I reason…I then get up. Today, I am walking, I am talking, I am laughing, I am playing, I am here but I am not producing. I settled for just getting up. I now know how to get up, dust myself off, and keep walking, talking, playing, and laughing but something is yet missing. I am walking in my red bottom pumps, talking my collegiate talk, playing in the sand of life, and laughing with the most noble, while wearing a cloak of DISAPPOINTMENT. That cannon, that cannon hit me where it hurt-my gut. I am a woman; I carry life in by belly! That blow caused me to miscarry. Theres not a day that goes by that I don’t think of the promise I carried before that cannon came rushing my way. I have learned to live with the idea of never being pregnant again, never having that moment again, never experiencing that kind of love again, never giving birth again, never producing again. Don’t worry about me, I am fine! I live a life of contentment and don’t mind freezing time right here and being ok with what is and what was. But, I am a woman; I carry life in by belly! I can feel something kicking, something rising, something manifesting but I snuff it out and declare I will not experience that kind of pain again.

What journey were you on when your “cannon” came? As women, we learn to gird ourselves up and continue with business as usual while neglecting our ability to recreate. We give life! Because of us all things move and have their being. We cannot deny who we are. As we continue on this journey of life we will experience various blows causing us to lose our equilibrium, but I challenge us to move beyond walking, talking, playing, laughing…and live AGAIN. Make an ‘intentional’ effort to begin taking your prenatal vitamins because you WILL give birth again, and again, and again. Prenatal regiment:

1. Declare everyday in the mirror: I will not be bitter but better. Things don’t happen ‘to’ me but ‘for’ me. I am not finished giving life! I still must produce!

2. Self Care- restore yourself to your rightful thrown. Begin a new hobby/or resurrect and old one, seek wise counsel, meditate, exercise, journal what you are grateful for, make a vision board. etc This step must go beyond intention and become something tangible.

3. Give Life!- Take off the discouragement condom and take a love risk. How? Get out and get busy planting seeds of life and love in your “children” (your relationships, your home, your church, your community, your job…) We are at our best when we give of ourselves…it is indeed who we are. In the midst of us giving of ourselves we connect with a greater calling and feel at peace in the midst of it all.

Start at 1, end at 3 and start at 1 again 

Until Next Time Ladies,

Meet me here, draw from here, quench your soul thirst here.----Signed, Miss Ebony