A few of my favourite things

Chunky bracelets on cute small wrists
Lots of adventure, wide grins and smiles
To think that I was able to actuallly swim
Mentorship that inspires

Heels by weekends, flats through the week
Colours and fresh air
Sunshades on his eyes looking at me looking at him
Expressions of love and care

Beautifully put together scribblings
Watermelon and pineapple kebabs
Voices...subtle,textured as the ocean's breeze
To specialize yet be versatile

The smell of heated coffee,cream and ginger
Shabby chic furnishing
Cheese and water crackers
Rainbows and boxes tied up with strings

The red sofa I met with some time ago
Ruby woo beneath stretchy kinky
Earring holes anew
Fluffy pompoms and wooly knits

The joy of eureka
Knowledge of the word
The wisdom in Inertia
The simplicity in penning a thought

Divided Labour
To be able to wear skirts more often
Drinks with the ladies in warmth
To be still and thankful when left with little

The freedom to surge
The ability to express
The satisfaction of becoming
Sounds of Laughter from ML and FN

Brown paper bags and packages 

To be called Mum
Fitness and mindful fingers
To hold and be held in accord

These are a few of my favourite things!

Conversations with time

Time oh time...are you friend or are you foe?

One thing to me, something else to another

Coming slowly only to pass by swiftly

You sow and reap and come and go

You conceal and reveal

Opening up secrets that only you had hidden at first

Pushing people farther and binding others together

Some get hurt and others you heal

Time oh time…are you family are you stranger?

You are today, tomorrow, a moment, a season,

Here and there and far and near

Encouraging me to forget and helping me remember

One with false hopes quickly comes to the realization

That nothing hides beneath the sun and soon you will speak

Some will be caught up in your wrath

Fortunately others will receive salvation

Time oh time... I shall never understand you shall I?


Yours Truly,
TRULYAdlyne

I used to have a best colour

I used to have a best color

My best color was green

One day I woke up

And discovered life was but too green

And that was about all I could see

I loved other colors no doubt

But fixated I was, on being known for something
This made this color my always-obvious choice

I acquired it in all shades and all items

It was my black

It wasn’t something to be worried about

But it hindered my views and thoughts about other colors

I didn’t get to appreciate them as much

Didn’t get to love them enough
Enough to fill my life with items in their shades and tones

I took a stand and thought to just try

And if I missed green so much

I could always run back to it

For it was my comfort zone
My feel good place

The decision to try

Has freed my life

Now I love all kinds of colors

And I see and observe combinations that others don’t
Now I'm aware

I’m now willing to try them all

I have so much fun in their embrace
The scales are fallen
My heart is more open
I'm receptive

Having too many restrictions shields us from truly living

I was blind but now I see
Tomorrow when I’m asked “what is your best color?”

I’ll say “I used to have a best color"

"My best color was green”

Yourstruly
TrulyAdlyne

Happy New year folks!

Happy 2013

As the year comes to a start
We pray that all that we need we'll have
Through all up hill tasks
We will laugh
Hard times will not last
But despite all our trials
We will dance
And In the euphoria of great things only we'll bask

...Happy New year family!

Yourstruly
TrulyAdlyne

My Potter

You are my potter and I, your clay

You never let me go astray 

And whenever to you I pray

You mould my destiny back to stay

Do the same to me today

So to the world I’ll never cease to say

With you Father there’s no delay

You are my potter and I, your clay

Yours Truly

TRULYAdlyne

The Wonders of God’s Awesomeness

At the sound of the cocks dutiful crow
My grateful soul awakes
And is immediately captivated by the smell of the morn’s fresh dew
My eyes open up to behold the sun’s most definite light
My lips twitch in soft smiles
As its rays peek through sheer blinds
And the gentle breeze blowing on me
Causes a rush of blood beneath my soft skin

I get out from under my covers to embrace the beauty of nature,
The one deep rooted in the principle behind the uniqueness of creation
A few steps towards my window,
I pull my curtains apart
And I am welcomed with newness
One that blusters from the highest mountains
My eyes are closed as I soak in this sensation
It tilts me so I rest totally on my heels…and then back on my feet

Very refreshed from the feeling
I lift my head above my eye level
And In a suggestive look into the sky
I see the glorious skillful kings of the air as they hover over the horizon
Diving through the clouds at unbelievably calculated speeds and velocities
Knowing, dominating, owning their liberty
Left, right, center and all about
Air shows and expert pilots

Moving afore my minds gaze at about ninety degrees
Are the terrestrial lords
Dashing, hopping, jumping on the spears of greens
Around, in between and atop trunks and branches
Canopies swaying and leaves clapping
To windy rhythms, chatterings, echos and whispers
Breathtaking surprises of color
Complimenting and accentuating back and foregrounds

Not to be forgotten were the Water nobles
Gliding effortlessly in the bluegreens
Twirling and spinning in the saltiness of the ocean
Tadpoles wiggling, lilies spreading and floating
In the freshness of the lakes and ponds
One last cardinal look in my inner vision...and it was all before me
The Wonders of God’s awesomeness
And the awful lot of power held up in the name of the one who created it all!

Yours Truly
TRULYAdlyne

WHITNEY

Listening to Whitney Houston’s CD one morning on my way to work
Tears, welled up in my eyes
It had been days since we all heard she died
And for some reason I was a late mourner of the loss of this Icon
I watched an interview done on people who knew her well in her life time
“Whitney was always gonna do what she wanted to do” said one of them
Spotlight over her life in general seemed to reveal some measures of headiness
But perhaps she was a victim of her beliefs and the habits she refused to let go

The choices we make not only impact the lives of those who look ‘at’ or ‘up to’ us
But have very large roles to play in building or tarnishing us personally
I din't stalk her career while she was alive
But it was always a pleasure to listen to her for hers was great music
Heart in melody and soul in wordings of whatever tune her lips produced
She portrayed powerful expressions and sincerity in her renditions
All she ever wanted was to be loved just as she had loved the family the Lord blessed her with
Mum Cissy,Daughter Bobbi Kristina,Godmum Aretha,Cousin Dionne,Childhood friend Cece (Winans) and a lot of others

Perhaps she took the wrong lane down achieving the hopes she held on to as a young girl
And years later, in her words “Your image of me is what I hope to be”
Also in the beautiful song titled ‘I look to you’
She went “I don’t know If I’m gonna make it…but I look to you”
I think this is where we all are and it’s important for us to realize this
But more importantly to know what to do with these emotions
There has to come a time in life when you have to know if you’ll make it or not
And next to know if you’ll make it to Heaven

If we've ever known and along the line forgotten, this is a reminder
It is our responsibility to know our standings
And let go of all things that will make us lose track
Be it ‘Love’ yes Love, if it’s not the 1st Corinthians type then away with it!
People, places, clothes, habits…whatever we’re easily drawn to in our interactions
So with Whitney’s album on repeat on my way to my destination
And her loved ones preparing a memorable burial ceremony
It was ‘Adieu Whitney…we will always love you’

May vital lessons be learnt
Changes be made
And all judgment cease
So help us God

Yours Truly,
TRULYAdlyne