Sunday, July 21, 2013
Monday, July 15, 2013
Well, it's seems like here we are as a community addressing another injustice in regards to one of our children. One of the most disturbing comments I've heard was "The Black community is only up in arms because the alleged perpetrator is not of African heritage" Or "Why don't you get upset when you kill one another?" I can understand that and see some relevance, but I was appalled when Susan Smith drowned her children. I was mortified with the Casey Anthony case. It seems to me that the minute a person from the black community expresses concern for one of their own there's a problem. I think the bigger problem is explaining to someone else or justifying the right to be do so. Why shouldn't we show love, have concern for each other? There are so many things that separate us first as human beings, then as a community that all ready make things difficult.It's easy to go back to the case of Yusuf Hawkins or even Emmett Till before that as proof that the value of the life of a black man still has little or no value within the society it is a part of. However, in the more recent past we've seen Ayianna Jones and Oscar Grant lives fall to the wayside of injustice because of the outcomes of their cases. And now to add insult to injury, the not guilty verdict in the Trayvon Martin trial. It's kind of hard sitting here at my computer and type these words and not give in the anger, the hurt and disappoint I feel for the system, for the family and the young man. Today on the news all you hear is "Justice was Served". Was it? I mean we live in the country that tells you to trust the system, believe in the system, but time and time again the system proves to be untrustworthy and unbelievably unfair, jaded and one sided. No matter the feelings, emotions attached to this case, the outcome there are two truths, two facts that are absolutely undeniable. A young man is dead, and his killer has been set free. While the media debates about the inconsistencies, lack of evidence, handling of the case a family must not only deal with the fact that there son is gone, but he now seems to be without any justice, without any reason for his demise. It doesn't matter that a man's overzealousness in regards to the so called position he had has caused a family anguish and pain that is indescribable. It always seemed to me that throughout the proceedings that Trayvon was the one on trial and not the other way around and that in and of itself was ludicrous.
So what went wrong? Or did it go as so many of us had a feeling it would go? As far as what went wrong, the prosecutions case seemed to fall apart the longer the case went on. Or maybe the jury of peers that was selected didn't have the ability to understand the information given or maybe it really didn't matter because they were sympathetic to the defendant. Or was it another case of the "just us" system totally disregarding the life of yet another young black man? I looked at the black community and society as a whole and I am of the opinion that if a community doesn't value itself, then neither will the society that they are members of. People will say that race and racism is no longer an issue, especially when we have an "African American" as the President. However I disagree and I could spend all day supplying facts and statistics, but it's not necessary. The history of this country and cases of this magnitude speak for itself. When it is all said and done, a young man lost his life at the hands of another individual who said that his life was in danger and he therefore became justified for the actions he took. Even if the verdict was different that young man will never grow and have the chance to grow and potentially become something great and that to me is the biggest tragedy of all. Peace
Detoxification is the foremost argument presented by advocates of fasting. "Detoxification is a normal body process of eliminating or neutralizing toxins through the colon, liver, kidneys, lungs, lymph glands, and skin. This process is precipitated by fasting because when food is no longer entering the body, the body turns to fat reserves for energy. "Human fat is valued at 3,500 calories per pound," a number that would lead one to believe that surviving on one pound of fat every day would provide a body with enough energy to function normally. These fat reserves were created when excess glucose and carbohydrates were not used for energy or growth, not excreted, and therefore converted into fat. When the fat reserves are used for energy during a fast, it releases the chemicals from the fatty acids into the system which are then eliminated through the aforementioned organs. Chemicals not found in food but absorbed from one's environment, such as DDT, are also stored in fat reserves that may be released during a fast. One fasting advocate tested his own urine, feces and sweat during an extended fast and found traces of DDT in each.
It is believed that many of the health benefits of fasting come from giving your digestive system a break from its work of breaking down foods. Through the practice of fasting, the digestive system also gets a break from combating the toxins that enter the body in the form of the highly processed foods that made up the majority of our modern diets. Since the body is not expending energy in the digestive process, this energy can be used for other purposes such as allowing the body to heal itself. Also, since the body's immune system is not busy fighting of bacteria and other toxins that enter the body through the foods we eat, the immune system can concentrate on healing what diseases and sicknesses in the body.
Recorded since the beginning of time, fasting is a practice that has many benefits for the body. Not only does it give the body a chance to heal itself, it also cleans all the toxins and poisons from the body. The health benefits of fasting can leave you feeling more energized and more physically fit that ever before.
This post is a combination of excerpts from "Benefits of Fasting, by Health Insider and "The Health Benefits of Fasting by Serendip
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
As chaotic a world as we live in it is difficult at best to find moments and times to reflect on not just the things that are important, but the care necessary to attain and maintain a healthy mind, body and spirit. Ironically, it's become a learned behavior that seeking the greatest amount of pleasure and dare I say fulfillment comes from sources that are external in nature. It's a behavior that almost negates the enate human ability to find a source within self that allows one to not only stay calm in the midst of complete pandemonium. In fact the behavior suggests that within the pandemonium is the only place to find peace. Peace, that word, that term has so many different conontations and meanings that it's hard to find one that is universally accepted. Let's face it we're different for so many reasons and there's nothing wrong with that. For some, the only definition that makes sense is peace is the opposite of war. For others it's a place sort of like utopia, where everything is right with the world always. For others, it's that place that is a sacred meeting place between them and God as they understand God to be. So see, depending on the individual peace can be mental, physical, spiritual or all three.
"For me, the journey often starts with the my coming up against my most familiar adversary...myself. I have been and sometimes continue to be the biggest culprit in regards to my attempt to abide in that place I know that if I sit long enough and be quiet long enough, that whatever I am confronting the answer will be made known if I can still myself.Is it an easy venture, this journey towards peace within? No. Have there been times it's been easy, absolutely. The thing about the journey is there is more than one way to acheive this goal and what works for one, may be different for another. However in my opinion that's the beauty of the journey because it becomes unique to whoever is brave enough to beat back the learned detrimental behaviors, block out the voices of the naysayers and find to courage to use what gifts and abilities you have been given, because that in and of itself is truly enough.
The thing about peace is it's not a permanent state of being. Yes, life is wild and out of control at times and yes twenty four hours at times seems to be a very short time in which to accomplish all that is needed. So the question I always ask myself is am I seeking peace from the storm or am I seeking a way find peace in the midst of it?
Chants of our ancestor’s guidance, directions, trials, tribulations, admonishment, as cries for freedom, justice and equality fill the air upon which we depend upon for our very own survival. Tastes of the libations of centuries secrete the very liquid that we contain in our mouths and we wonder why hate, injustice and hatred are the very things that have become to be part of our recommended daily allowance just to live on this plane. The winds of change carry the prayers, supplications and spiritual incantations of yesterday and place them within the cumulous clouds of tomorrow’s precipitation of blessings and love that will shower down upon the minds and hearts of those of us who are receptive.
The light of our ancestors shine brightly amongst the Sankofa inspired beings that overstand yesterday had to be for today to be made manifest. Whispers of tribal chants envelope every corner of our Diaspora, only the language is often filled with pain, misery and suffering. Buffering the anguish with substances that have none; chemically manufactured death disguised in the so-called times we call good. Our souls have become like the ghettoes filled with despair and noise. Voices of ancestor’s and elders drowned out by the cacophony of dissonance, the loud pounding beat of self hatred that unfortunately has us dancing to a common beat that advocates no unity.
As the voices of our ancestor’s and elders dissipate, the never ceasing sounds of frustration, anger and helplessness emanate from the bowels of the disenfranchised, and the impoverished. Screams in octaves to high for an animal to hear but low enough for us to revert to our most primal stages. Can you still hear it? Is it too late to look back only to have to still move forward? Can you hear it?
If we could still hear them then we would know that they endured and it is within us to not only endure but to strive. Within those voices contain the very antidote, the remedy for any and every situation imaginable. Only thing is, ADHD has gripped our mentality and we’re too distracted, too confused to pay attention and listen to faint whispers of love that permeate every space we exist in. It is in the stillness, those moments where we are in tune with ourselves and everything around us that we can actually hear those voices. Too bad it seems that they don’t seem to matter any more. Can You Still Hear It?
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Friday, January 13, 2012
So let's delve into this a little further. As I've stated I've learned about different religions and cultures where the woman has to walk at least 5 paces behind the man, can't accompany them to houses of worship and things like that. However as a Black man I want to look at this from a different perspective based upon my experiences and life lessons. In the community I'm from it quickly became apparent that the women in my circle we're very strong, principled, family oriented women who did what was necessary to make sure that their families had what they needed. As far as tradition goes, it's a common notion that the man is considered to be the head of the house, but what's not spoken about much is the neck that turns that head, "the woman"
From the beginning of time, thru slavery and up until this present day women and especially the black woman has endured much pain, mysery and suffering due to the circumstance of life and those that we as black have help create. However, the one thing that is undeniable is without them many homes would worse off, many doors to masjids, churches and synagogues would be closed and communities would have sunken into to complete decay without their strength and presence. So the question remains "Why Behind?" Well, I look at it from this perspective. The woman's place is not to stand behind but to stand next to. However, there are times in life that these same men who were carrying the burdens of the world on their shoulders, whether it was coming home from prison, losing a job, starting a nation or changing the world sometimes the weight became heavy and they turned to the closest person to them for counsel, guidance and strength.
See, there are times that sisters had to get behind us and place her strong hands in the small of our backs for not just support but to literally hold us up so that we didn't crumble from the weight of the things we encountered on this journey. So yes, sometimes it's necessary to stand behind the man or the men in your life to be that anchor, that support and strength, but it's not your permanent position. I for one am grateful for all the women (mother, sisters, friends, loved ones) who at one time or another found it necessary to stand behind me, hold me up, then give a firm nudge so that I can continue on this journey. And for that I will forever be grateful.