Nothing

I am not a writer and I’m guessing that if anyone read this, they would agree. But I hear that to become a somewhat decent writer, one need to write everyday, even when they have nothing to say. There are so many things that are happening in our world to write about, and at the same time, there is nothing to write about. Nothing new. I have heard the same news stories over and over again. It’s like recycling news from the 50’s and adding some kind of sprinkles to add a little pizazz to the story line. Trauma after trauma! Don’t we ever get freaking tired?! Or have we become so immune to the heartbreak in our world that it no longer matters? No one is coming to save us from what we have done to ourselves, right? I mean, we are not expecting ourselves to save ourselves, right?

Or can we? Save ourselves? Do we have anything to say of this? Can I save you from your worries living barely on a paycheck that does not sustain you for a week? Can you save me from my worries of aging in a society where medical bills become the talk of the day? Or we humans together?

Okay, it’s my dream. Why would I think we could all come together to save ourselves? Yep, I got nothing…..yet. But it’s still my dream!

Be Well,

My Favorite Mug

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I am somewhat lost without my favorite coffee mug. In the mornings, I look for it. I hear it calling my name from a deep dark place. When I walk in the kitchen, it is not on the counter top where I left it the day before. It awaits me every morning, ready for me to grab my hand around it’s round smooth bottom and feel the heat embracing my hands as I pour the first cup of coffee. I know! Sounds kind of a little erotic? Maybe I need help? Just kidding. Still, my mug was not on the kitchen counter this morning. I kept searching for it, following the sound of it from what sounded like a small whisper from a closed door. I opened the dishwasher and there it was. I smiled. I swear my mug smiled back at me. I rinsed the dark, dry, crumbling residue from the bottom of the mug. Yes, I saved my mug from the harmful dishwashing detergent and the extremely hot water, although she probably needed a good bath. I poured the coffee and my mug let out a breath of relief. It’s a special kind of relationship, me and my mug. Can you relate?

Be Well My Friends!

Rev. JacquiP

Turn It Off!

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This morning’s sounds blasting from the TV seemed louder than usual. My morning routine goes likes this, get a cup of coffee, wrap myself in my favorite shawl, and watch the morning news/entertainment shows. I start first with the kitchen TV, then make my way to the study and turn on that TV, still with coffee in hand. Soon I gravitate to FaceBook and Instagram, look at a couple of emails that are nothing but marketing ads, then anxiousness and woe just seems to over flood my spirit. Too may sounds, too many views and clicks that turns in a heaviness weighing down on my body.

Sometimes when we are wondering what is wrong with us, why can’t we get to that next level of what we want to do or be, maybe we should simply turn off the television, click off the FaceBook and Instagram, or TikTok, close down our devices and quiet our minds. Find the time to walk in nature, meditate and think of those things that you are most grateful.

Turn it off and ground yourself in creating your peace, and your worthiness. Be kind to your body, mind and soul.

Be Well My Friends,

Rev. JacquiP

This is Home

When I was a little girl, I would hear the old people around me say, “This world ain’t our home.” They were referring to Heaven being our final destination and when trouble comes, this phrase was a reminder not to worry because we ain’t staying here. But now that I have reached that beautiful age of those old people, I would have to disagree with them. This world is our home and regardless of the final destination or the final resting place, at this moment, in this time, this world is where we are. Therefore, this place where we live and breathe now, matters. This place where we live, breathe, dance, sing, make passionate love, and raise our families is really all that we have, at this moment. If there is another world somewhere out there, well, fine, but I’m pretty sure God doesn’t expect for us to wait until we die to see the beauty of what can be.

We say things like, when we get to Heaven, there will be rejoicing and everyone will get along, everyone will be singing, there will be no more war and hatred. Doesn’t that sound a little uncaring and an excuse not to care for each other in the place we are now? Do I really only care about my own selfish salvation that steers me away from engaging with those who don’t think the same way I do or believe life the same way I do? Is that what Jesus really has taught us? Only for us to prepare ourselves to reach a final heavenly destination? How are we being in the world? How are we loving in the world? How are we taking care of this world that was created for us, providing places to ride our tricycles as little children, kissing our first love and enjoying the sweetness of a southern peach?

This world is our home, created for us by a Creator who loves and cares for us, so the least we can do now is honor this place, this world, by calling it “home.” Put out the welcome mat, invite others in, take care of each other, take care of this world. It’s all we got, for now.

Be Well My Friends!

Rev.JacquiP

A Good Friend

I am constantly trying to better myself. This gets really frustrating and quite honestly, I am really tired of trying to do all of the hoopla around self-care. Ok, yes I need to take care of all of me, I get that! Lately self-care has become a chore. Am I using the healthy powder I pour in my smoothie correctly? In my downward dog position, is my feet suppose to be flat on the floor? Because that won’t happen! Am I breathing in on the count of 2 and breathing out of the count of 10? Is my smartwatch keeping adequate data on my sleeping patterns? Because according to this, my sleeping patterns are not so great. Now, something else to worry about!

Should self-care really be this hard?!! I’m pretty sure I am not suppose to be figuring out if I am loving myself enough to the point of loving myself enough where it is getting a little chaotic? It’s like having an obsessive relationship with a person who laughs at your jokes, but is with a person you wish you could be, so you desperately find yourself putting on airs to get their attention and they just treat you like a good friend. (sigh)

Maybe that’s just it. Just be a good friend to yourself, one that is true and honest and accepts every flaw, and every decision that did not go well. A good friend is always there to share in disappointments and glory. Now about that three day retreat I can’t afford…hmmm?

Be Well My Friends!

Rev. JacquiP

Here I Am

I have been so busy working in my doctor of ministry program and now the new pastor of a small historic church! Yes, it is quite a lot of work, but I love it! I haven’t blogged for a long time, so here I am, trying to get back into the swing of things. Not sure even where to begin, but here I am. I must say, when we put out in the universe our dreams and hopes, and believe that we are worthy of receiving the very things we ask for, abundance pours from every direction.

The amazing Sheryl Lee Ralph, reminded me of so many wonderful blessings as I listened to her acceptance speech, winning the Emmy for Best Supporting Actress in a Comedy in television series, “Abbott Elementary. Ms. Ralph reminded all of us who find ourselves an “endangered species” that our voice matters and that we are not to sing a victim song. We belong! I cried last night, listening to her acceptance speech, thinking about all that I have hoped and work for, now coming into fruition.

Here I am! Beautiful, courageous and ageless. Here I am! Intelligent, compassionate and witty. Here I am! And I am good! Never give up! Know matter if you had a set back, no matter where you are in your life or what age you are in your life, never give up! Work on your gift, your purpose, because it is not for you! It is for others to see that they can, along with you, make this planet a better place to live!

Be Well My Friends!!

Rev. Jacqui Pinkney

The Strength of Our Gathering

Before us.  There were those who came before us.  They walked in the places we now call “our community.”

They created homes from the depths of their hearts and planted gardens in the depths of the earth that held the soles of their feet.

Their arms were strong.  Holding their children, holding their dreams.  And their voices were holy to the sounds of a child.

When Women gather, there is a breath, a sound like no other.  Listen!  It is like a roaring wind that cuddles and whispers, “no need to worry”.  Everything will be alright. 

Before us.  There were those who came before us.  They built bridges that connected laughter and joy, peace and hope.  And compassion followed wherever they went.

They sang songs and danced.  Singing soft, singing loud, whirling!  Their spirits are lifted by the Spirit that is Holy.

Their ears were tuned to hearing cries of hopelessness and despair.  They followed these sounds, and spread their arms wide, offering comfort, offering a way to wholeness. 

When Women gather, there is a passion of protection that holds creation in her hands. She covers the weary and prays strength for the weak. 

Before us.  There were those who came before us.  Creating paths for us to follow.  Sharing their stories of joy and pain, touching future lives, that those who gather today, will do the same.  

May it be so.

Rev. JacquiP

This Feminine Divine Is Determined!

You keep showing up, pushing and pushing me!

What do you want? What? I can’t do that!

Are you serious? You seriously want me to change the world! So what kool-aid have you been drinking?

What do you want me to do with a world that has become so old that all she wants to do is sit in her rocking chair and complain about every freaking thing?! What? You’re really funny!

What do you want me to say to a world that has spin so much of her axle on the wheels of a patriarchy and white supremacist ideologies, that would make you think that she can change? They have held her hostage since the beginning of creation! Ok, maybe not at the beginning, but you got to admit, they have held her for a pretty long time!

Hey, I’m just trying to get along so I can be left alone in this place! What?

What do you mean I can create?! Create what? There is chaos and destruction, the environment is dying and I’m sleepy, so I don’t understand what you want!!

You want me to breathe? But I am, despite all the fumes, I’m breathing quite well, thank you! What am I breathing? Are you saying my breath stinks?! I don’t have toxic breath!

Am I breathing hope and possibilities of a place I can be proud of? A place for all of her children?

You keep nudging me to produce something better and more loving towards her. She does need a revolutionary kind of power that only we can bring. Okay! You got me!

Now where is my cape?

"She is calling us in this time of women's rights being taken away, climate change having a major impact, banning books from classrooms and libraries and so many other issues, causing her to weep.  It's time for a rescue. Put on your cape and help save her."  Rev. JacquiP

Hey You! Yeah! You!

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Hello! Just for a moment. I know the chaos of the world is on your shoulder. I know you are wondering what happens next, thinking silently or screaming into your pillow, “Can I move forward?” “Does my dream still have a chance?” “Will tomorrow be any different?”

Yes! You are more powerful and capable than you imagine. You rode the waves through storms that you thought would take you out! Look at you! Wanting to pull the bed cover over your head, you still get up and you make your way, sometimes with a little spark and sometime with a gigantic spark, but you make your way. Yes! Tomorrow will be different, because you are determined to keeping moving, in spite of what this crazy world looks like. Whew!! You are one badass!

Now go show them what you got! Be Blessed My Friends!

Rev. JacquiP

Thank You!

Thank you! This is what I and my husband pray to God before going to sleep every night. It is a simple prayer, a reminder to us to be grateful for even the smallest of things. Our world today is up side down and often there are little reasons to see things to be appreciative of. I get it! But I also know, and yes, there’s that word, “but”…… I have the opportunity on any given day that is presented to me to be a positive force in this world. On any given day, I can raise my voice to call out hate. On any given day, I can write a letter to representatives to call out senseless gun violence. On any given day, I can choose to love my neighbor as myself. On any given day, I can choose to make a difference to build a better world. For that, we say “thank you”.

Today, say a simple prayer of “thank you”, to your Creator. Now go and bring peace to a place that so desperately needs it. They are waiting on you!

Be Bless My Friends,

Rev. JacquiP