<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049</id><updated>2012-01-13T11:54:24.150-06:00</updated><category term='Wisdom'/><category term='Sista Poetry'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Tragedy'/><category term='Meditation'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Sista Quotes'/><category term='slide show'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Affirmation'/><category term='Advice'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Self-Love'/><category term='Patience'/><category term='Sista Thoughts'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Romance'/><category term='Opinion'/><category term='Miscellaneous Thoughts'/><category term='Understanding'/><category term='kindness'/><category term='Conversation'/><category term='Love'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Art...'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='Celebration'/><category term='Domestic Violence'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Rage'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Miscellaneous'/><category term='Sista Q/A'/><category term='Thank U'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='social issues'/><title type='text'>Sista Sista Sister</title><subtitle type='html'>Seeking WISDOM coupled with LOVE for in these things I think I find GOD.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-8941904334708385094</id><published>2012-01-13T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:54:24.165-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Stop Viewing GOD as an ATM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6AdTg40Qj8/TxBp0EfIqcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2OZVoFi1kco/s1600/Crystal....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6AdTg40Qj8/TxBp0EfIqcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2OZVoFi1kco/s320/Crystal....jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;I have heard so many testimonies about stuff, literal stuff. Folks are joyous and truly testifying. Why do so many of us choose to pray for so many THINGS? What would the world be like if we stop viewing GOD as an ATM, a new car dealership, a furniture store, and a Saks Fifth Avenue? How much richer would we be if we repeatedly asked GOD to expand our minds, our perceptions, our heart, our compassion, passion for nature and the earth, creativity, etc? ~Crystal Johnson&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=342156389136498&amp;amp;id=100000264195349&amp;amp;notif_t=like"&gt;Full Conversation Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Crystal I totally agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;... If we would only expand the reaches of our mind, beyond material things.&amp;nbsp; There is an allegorical tale in the bible which covers this very thing.&amp;nbsp; G-d by way of a dream, asked Solomon, "What shall I give U?”...&amp;nbsp; Solomon, succeeding his father in death, and becoming King requested, "G-d give unto me an understanding mind, a hearing heart, and wisdom, that I may discern bad from good".&amp;nbsp; G-d, hearing his heart granted Solomon all he asked; and because he did not ask for material gain or the head of his enemy, G-d granted him riches and honor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The moral of this story is… As we seek to be spiritually re-membered to divine source (G-d) by virtue of our request for wisdom, knowledge, and understand, all other needs will be met and/or offered/presented. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Let’s expand our consciousness.&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/sista.sistasister"&gt;Sista&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-8941904334708385094?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/8941904334708385094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2012/01/stop-viewing-god-as-atm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8941904334708385094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8941904334708385094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2012/01/stop-viewing-god-as-atm.html' title='Stop Viewing GOD as an ATM!'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6AdTg40Qj8/TxBp0EfIqcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2OZVoFi1kco/s72-c/Crystal....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-5774107315354508724</id><published>2012-01-02T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:20:42.453-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affirmation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>THE BIBLE reads, “No Good Thing Dwells in the Flesh” (Romans 7:18-20) I Beg to Differ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;There was a time in my life I based my faith solely on the book we call THE BIBLE, and in the ministers whom preached it.  My self-esteem was feeble, my behavior passive, and the more I studied this book we call THE BIBLE, the more I became confused.  This book, THE BIBLE and it’s interpretations in the mouth of ministers, clashed with my logical reasoning, and understanding of my creator.  In many cases biblical teachings were in total opposition to that which I knew to be GOD, spirit, life, and truth.  By age twenty-eight, religion had became such a burden, I thought I was having a nervous breakdown.  I laid aside the book, THE BIBLE, which I had studied diligently since the age of 9, reading twelve times through between ages 12 and 24.  After an intellectual meltdown of biblical proportion; at age 29 I began to commune with nature.  In nature, I better understood creation and the essence of the creator.  By thirty I completely dropped the practice of religion altogether, but not the study of THE BIBLE nor other religious and spiritual text.  My slogan became, “There are many truths in the bible, but not all the bible is true”.  I later revised it too, “There are many algorithmic allegories of truth in THE BIBLE, once we get beyond the division of religion”.  My history; I was raised in church, and in a family of Preachers, Religious Teachers, Ministers, and Evangelist.  My earliest memories of church were intricately woven with fear and bewilderment.  I questioned constantly, but was told, “We do not question GOD and we do not lean on our own understanding.”  Thus, I read THE BIBLE with an insatiable desire to know GOD for myself.  I listen intently to stories in Sunday school, and in bible classes.  I had many favorite tales such as Namaan and Gehazi (2Kings 5) or Joshua and the people of Gibeon (Joshua 9) and many favorite characters such as Enoch, Elijah, Elisha and Peter.  I wanted to walk as Enoch walked with GOD and was no more for GOD took him.  I wanted miraculous manifestations to follow me as they did Elijah and Elisha and Peter.  I desired to be so scripturally sound that folks would be healed as a result of my words or deeds.  Like Peter, I wanted folks to walk into my shadow and be healed.From age nine to twelve, I attended Christian school; my day began and ended with biblical studies.  We had weekly assemblies steeped in biblical lore and metaphor. I passed religious studies with constant ‘A’s… but basic reading, spelling, and arithmetic, I was failing miserably, and somehow, despite my grades in basic education, I became a word smith.  I learned words have power, and with my trusty dictionary, I used my words well; so well, I could agree without actually agreeing.  I could say a thing without saying a thing.  With my words I could dodge the bullets, of direct questions pertaining to my faith; thus giving the appearance of conformity, without conforming.  I learned the ways of Christianity well; knowing all the adequate quotes, and delivering all the adequate responses.  Don’t get me wrong, I was in it to win it, because we all know ninety-nine and a half won’t do.  But as time passed and my studies continued I realized what I sought was not in church, religion, or Christianity.  What I sought was and had always been inside of me; yet I continued to wear the continence of Christianity until I had the strength to stand in my truth.  Today I boldly proclaim, I am not a Christian, I follow no religious affiliation.  I simply seek and follow truth wherever it is found.  Today, I am a freer being living in knowledge with understanding.  Religion says, there is no good thing in the flesh, but I beg to differ; for within me, within this flesh called Sista/Kim, dwells the essence of my creator and all the possibilities the creator has bestowed in me and to me, this is a good thing. Ase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-5774107315354508724?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/5774107315354508724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2012/01/bible-reads-no-good-thing-dwells-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5774107315354508724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5774107315354508724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2012/01/bible-reads-no-good-thing-dwells-in.html' title='THE BIBLE reads, “No Good Thing Dwells in the Flesh” (Romans 7:18-20) I Beg to Differ.'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-5719352710192583750</id><published>2011-10-14T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T09:44:33.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sista Quotes (Deeds)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;All the flowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today. - Indian Proverb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Let us be mindful today, examining our thoughts and deeds; are we planting seeds for flowers or seeds for weeds; for although they can be just as fragrant, weeds are troublesome chocking the very life from dreams. © &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-5719352710192583750?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/5719352710192583750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/10/sista-quotes-deeds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5719352710192583750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5719352710192583750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/10/sista-quotes-deeds.html' title='Sista Quotes (Deeds)'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-2665357822883536733</id><published>2011-09-03T14:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T15:08:25.024-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>I Am Rethinking Possible...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We are constantly shown our limitations are self imposed.  For where there is a will, there is a way, or as the at&amp;amp;t commercial says it, "Take the limits off possibility, and rethink possible".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Family I am at it again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My last few days have been phenomenal.  August 31, 2011; I meet a boy wearing no shoes, confused as to which foot they belonged.  He carried his shoes in his hands and asked which foot they should go on. Switch them around I said. &amp;nbsp;He sat on the ground, and fastens his Velcro straps.  A conversation ensued He was six years old in first grand and did not know how to tie his shoes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Being the teacher I am (no degree, just born to be) I asked, “Did you go to school today?”  “Yep” was his reply…  I asked about his homework and first he said he had none, but with a little cajoling he changed his mind and said he had two sentences to write.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This story is long and so I will not prolong your time.  I will simply say that young child reignited a fire in me, and I began to rethink possible.  Thus I called a friend and shared my vision; and she created a flyer for me and I made 100 copies. The very next day I passed them out throughout the community. September 1, that very same day, I received a call, inquiring about the flyer…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well y’all Monday September 12th, I will begin my new tutoring services, from which I plan to create a business. Just yesterday I was donated notebooks and binders, and a friend called offering free desk, the old fashion kind. I have created my own business cards and printed up 100.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Family it is true, "Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls." — Joseph Campbell&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Or as the king james version reads: Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I spoke with a friend today she has offered to purchase school supplies and learning materials…  Ya’ll I am rethinking possible… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-2665357822883536733?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/2665357822883536733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-rethinking-possible.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2665357822883536733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2665357822883536733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-rethinking-possible.html' title='I Am Rethinking Possible...'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-6886837456308877037</id><published>2011-07-11T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:54:55.764-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><title type='text'>Mother Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HL862kdsVCA/Thu3DTg9b4I/AAAAAAAABK0/o2JI9ykUkYg/s1600/earth-our-home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HL862kdsVCA/Thu3DTg9b4I/AAAAAAAABK0/o2JI9ykUkYg/s400/earth-our-home.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will U hear Mother Earths cry?&lt;br /&gt;She is mourning her children's deaths,&lt;br /&gt;From microscopic organisms to human flesh,&lt;br /&gt;She's being poisoned and polluted,&lt;br /&gt;Almost to the point of not being able to help her-self,&lt;br /&gt;Her skies are crying acid rain,&lt;br /&gt;Her oceans and seas are oiled stained,&lt;br /&gt;Her fields are planted with genetically modified grains,&lt;br /&gt;Will U not hear her cry?&lt;br /&gt;Help Mother Earth to fight back, buy and plant organic.&lt;br /&gt;©2011 Kim Daniel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-6886837456308877037?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/6886837456308877037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/07/mother-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6886837456308877037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6886837456308877037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/07/mother-earth.html' title='Mother Earth'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HL862kdsVCA/Thu3DTg9b4I/AAAAAAAABK0/o2JI9ykUkYg/s72-c/earth-our-home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-543626074919973830</id><published>2011-07-11T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:51:51.737-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><title type='text'>Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DycOMjAtXgw/ThtwWUqE7dI/AAAAAAAABKs/b8tW7Odl5eg/s1600/flesje-water.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DycOMjAtXgw/ThtwWUqE7dI/AAAAAAAABKs/b8tW7Odl5eg/s320/flesje-water.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Without U I am a wilderness barren as sand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;As a result I desire U, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Willing to pay the price for U,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;That U may caress my flesh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And quench my inner man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Life without U cannot be sustained,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I’d go mad, feeble, and perhaps even lame,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I can take U cold or hot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Either way U touch the spot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I’ve got WATER on the brain… ©Kim Daniel 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-543626074919973830?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/543626074919973830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/07/water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/543626074919973830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/543626074919973830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/07/water.html' title='Water'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DycOMjAtXgw/ThtwWUqE7dI/AAAAAAAABKs/b8tW7Odl5eg/s72-c/flesje-water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-8763107763905537995</id><published>2011-07-11T16:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:06:01.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><title type='text'>Respecting and honoring those called Slaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_-OofjupJk/Thtkvl_hzLI/AAAAAAAABKg/CxoDHrOn3ow/s1600/The+Field.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_-OofjupJk/Thtkvl_hzLI/AAAAAAAABKg/CxoDHrOn3ow/s320/The+Field.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the shadows of this humid heat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Reflecting on the ancestors who came before me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Who toiled and labored in this oppressive heat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;In conditions not fit for man or beast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I lift my arms and give thanks and praise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Respecting and honoring those called Slaves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;In memory of them I will not complain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Nonetheless it’s hot just the same. ©KimDaniel 2011&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-8763107763905537995?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/8763107763905537995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/07/respecting-and-honoring-those-called.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8763107763905537995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8763107763905537995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/07/respecting-and-honoring-those-called.html' title='Respecting and honoring those called Slaves'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_-OofjupJk/Thtkvl_hzLI/AAAAAAAABKg/CxoDHrOn3ow/s72-c/The+Field.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-6966539123282635039</id><published>2011-06-12T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T10:04:32.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>SATAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;S.A.T.A.N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Sinister &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Annihilations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Targeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Akebulanian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Nations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-6966539123282635039?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/6966539123282635039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/06/satan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6966539123282635039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6966539123282635039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/06/satan.html' title='SATAN'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-8035058835316604965</id><published>2011-06-11T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:12:56.070-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Puppet or Puppeteer</title><content type='html'>Even Pinocchio thought himself a real boy. In a world of marionettes and man-nipulators are you the puppet or the puppeteer? Are the words which flow from your lips, the contemplation of your own pure thought or the ventriloquism of ages?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-8035058835316604965?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/8035058835316604965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/06/puppet-or-puppeteer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8035058835316604965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8035058835316604965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/06/puppet-or-puppeteer.html' title='Puppet or Puppeteer'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-7634025909951417577</id><published>2011-05-04T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T14:03:39.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sista Ponderings (Truth &amp; Knowledge)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The ultimate thing to withhold from a people is not, goods or property; no the ultimate thing to withhold is truth and accurate knowledge. We all inhale information, transforming it into knowledge, however inaccurate information leads to inaccurate knowledge, and thus the ultimate deception. Study, show thyself approved, a workman, comprehensibly able to discern words of truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-7634025909951417577?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/7634025909951417577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/05/sista-ponderings-truth-knowledge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/7634025909951417577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/7634025909951417577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/05/sista-ponderings-truth-knowledge.html' title='Sista Ponderings (Truth &amp; Knowledge)'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-2136116241744336577</id><published>2011-04-24T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:29:56.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><title type='text'>Strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: solid #4F81BD 1.0pt; border: none; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: accent1; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0in 0in 4.0pt 0in;"&gt;  &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lso3KwVGHEE/TbR5vNLrmzI/AAAAAAAABII/dOU3K_S3JXc/s1600/JulianAsher_IndigenousCulturesHH_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lso3KwVGHEE/TbR5vNLrmzI/AAAAAAAABII/dOU3K_S3JXc/s320/JulianAsher_IndigenousCulturesHH_lg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Indigenous People Highly Honored&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;San Storyteller&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Xai Xai, Kalahari Desert, Botswana&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Julian Asher, London, England, UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;How do a Strange people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Travel to a Strange land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Speaking a Strange language which the indigenous people do not understand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;While in this Strange land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;These Strange people change century’s old traditions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Enforcing a Strange religion that isn’t indigenous to the land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;How do a Strange people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Travel to a Strange land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Speaking a Strange language which the indigenous people do not understand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And Change century’s old traditions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Enforcing a Strange religion that isn’t indigenous to the land? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I’ll tell you how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;They plant Strange seeds growing weeds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;That chokes the indigenous MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;With doubt, deception, and division&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And feed him fear and inferiority&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;That’s how Strange people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Travel to Strange lands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Speaking Strange languages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Which indigenous people do not understand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Then Change century’s old traditions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;While enforcing Strange religions that aren’t indigenous to the land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Strange isn’t it or is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;©2011 KRDaniel/DreamNWord.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-2136116241744336577?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/2136116241744336577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/04/strange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2136116241744336577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2136116241744336577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/04/strange.html' title='Strange'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lso3KwVGHEE/TbR5vNLrmzI/AAAAAAAABII/dOU3K_S3JXc/s72-c/JulianAsher_IndigenousCulturesHH_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-4264192996079187381</id><published>2011-04-16T11:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T12:18:08.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Reparations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In religion we are made to believe we are responsible for the sins of Adam,&lt;br /&gt;thus we are born in sin and shaped in iniquity.&amp;nbsp; On the other hand, when asking for reparations of Black/Native Americans,(equal opportunities under the law, free legitimate education, free legitimate health care, non-predatory affordable housing and land…) mankind is suddenly no longer responsible for the sins of the father, and economic freedom has yet to ring, for generations of generations of Black/Native American People.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;©2011 @DreamNWord.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/93209/500-years-later"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;http://www.hulu.com/watch/93209/500-years-later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-4264192996079187381?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/4264192996079187381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/04/reparations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4264192996079187381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4264192996079187381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/04/reparations.html' title='Reparations'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-4937890714017389905</id><published>2011-03-24T11:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T11:43:42.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affirmation'/><title type='text'>Sista Affirmation (Conqueror)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Conqueror… Yes, I am truly a conqueror…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;As I reminisce, through the corridors of my life,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I realize I have always been the conqueror, conquering even when I felt the victim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I am the victor, never surrendering to being a victim of circumstance, ignorance or trite behavior.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I have come to realize, I am the heroine in my story and the heroine cannot be destroyed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;She/I may be injured, weaken, slowed, but never distorted, for I am the conqueror, my creator made it so… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;©2011 DreamNWord.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-4937890714017389905?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/4937890714017389905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/03/sista-affirmation-conqueror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4937890714017389905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4937890714017389905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/03/sista-affirmation-conqueror.html' title='Sista Affirmation (Conqueror)'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-281647748156270478</id><published>2011-03-21T11:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T13:42:04.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Don't mark them with an F...</title><content type='html'>Every felon should not be penalized, ostracized and marked with and F...&lt;br /&gt;Many of our men are charged with Felonies due to child support issues, not because they are no good fathers and dead beat dads, but simply because life happens...&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance a Brother who is the sole support of his family... his mother dies; his father suffers a stroke, and his company down sizes offering only part-time work... These events occur within a ten day window of time... In the quake of these traumas this Brother puts off child-support to bury his mother, afford medication for his father, down sizes his livelihood to fit the circumstances of his employment... he never once cease to care for his child, although he does not pay the money to the courts for child support. Four months pass, he's attempting to catch up just as he's being picked up and charged... with a Felon. &amp;nbsp;He was behind.... Four-hundred ($400.00) dollars behind, and he is thrown in jail, charged with a Felony, held for 90 days, losses his job, can't be hired by many companies due to his felony status. Don't mark them with failure with felonious felonies you are playing with the future of their offspring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No not every Felon should be penalized, ostracized and marked with an F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-281647748156270478?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/281647748156270478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-mark-them-with-f.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/281647748156270478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/281647748156270478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-mark-them-with-f.html' title='Don&apos;t mark them with an F...'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-1436115382733161747</id><published>2011-03-01T18:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T18:37:47.570-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><title type='text'>ALL Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Be it folly or fortune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Be it fame or failure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Be it friend or foe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Whether heart ache or happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Whether instant gratification or a long awaited pleasure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Whether victim or victor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Once we understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;ALL things work together for our good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Then we can count it ALL joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;©2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-1436115382733161747?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/1436115382733161747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1436115382733161747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1436115382733161747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-joy.html' title='ALL Joy'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-2384859160305910223</id><published>2011-02-16T18:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T18:24:21.436-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><title type='text'>Forgot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tagged in a note began to read, phone rang, conversation deep, an IM, a post, a inbox note... now two hours have passed and what I started at first I'm doing last, but again the phone rings, the door bell chimes, sit down, talk, forgot the person on the line. House is clear again but now I forgot where I began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-2384859160305910223?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/2384859160305910223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/02/forgot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2384859160305910223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2384859160305910223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/02/forgot.html' title='Forgot'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-7376293110478631039</id><published>2011-02-08T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:34:20.167-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sista Thought... Knowing &amp; Belief</title><content type='html'>Belief must eventually graduate to knowing, and knowing only comes by experience. &amp;nbsp;To be taught a thing and never experience it, only allows for belief. &amp;nbsp;Truth is not formed in belief, it's formed in knowing. &amp;nbsp;To believe without prof is believing someone else's truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-7376293110478631039?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/7376293110478631039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/02/sista-thought-knowing-belief.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/7376293110478631039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/7376293110478631039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/02/sista-thought-knowing-belief.html' title='Sista Thought... Knowing &amp; Belief'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-6543372681739819961</id><published>2011-02-07T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:10:04.504-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Can we LOVE to hard?</title><content type='html'>No, we cannot love to hard, if love is unconditional...&lt;br /&gt;Only when we love with conditions do we have the perception of loving to hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-6543372681739819961?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/6543372681739819961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/02/can-we-love-to-hard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6543372681739819961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6543372681739819961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/02/can-we-love-to-hard.html' title='Can we LOVE to hard?'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-4202296843165745947</id><published>2011-02-07T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:39:34.550-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Your Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;On every interstate, highway, freeway, turnpike, and bridge there are signs to guild and direct…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Life is a journey, a path, an expedition, and as with any avenue of passage there are signs…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Look for the signs, let them guild and direct you to your destination;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-4202296843165745947?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/4202296843165745947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/02/your-destiny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4202296843165745947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4202296843165745947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/02/your-destiny.html' title='Your Destiny'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-2401681623586496695</id><published>2011-02-05T08:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T08:46:28.281-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sista Thought ... Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;We will never experience water if what we really desire is wine…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Let’s learn to savor water, just as we savor wine…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;The miracle is in the trying…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-2401681623586496695?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/2401681623586496695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/02/sista-thought-appreciation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2401681623586496695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2401681623586496695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/02/sista-thought-appreciation.html' title='Sista Thought ... Appreciation'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-653009534531752044</id><published>2011-02-02T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:41:45.023-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sista Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, we really do need a different approach... our children are failing and dropping out... at an astronomical rate.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Our cookie cutter, one size fits all education is not working.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We need to revamp the educational system... test our children for their proficiency, and educate accordingly… more apprenticeships, and trade-school programs… bring back junior achievement for financial learning… teach financing and budgeting along with our abc’s and 123’s… &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;in my opinion year round school also teaches disciple and dedication… other than accounting, and education, what job gives you three months off, and expects you to work at your fullest potential, without losing a step?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-653009534531752044?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/653009534531752044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/02/sista-thought.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/653009534531752044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/653009534531752044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/02/sista-thought.html' title='Sista Thought'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-1709909910184716538</id><published>2011-02-02T11:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:48:28.784-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sista Thought...  Life Lessonss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The person who treats you unkind, ruthless, and disrespectful, is just as much a part of your evolution of growth and development, as those whom treat you with loving kindness, tender mercies, and compassion.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We draw to us what we need in order to grow… What lessons do you need to learn? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Look around and examine the folks you have drawn, good, bad, happy, sad, or indifferent...&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;These people are your life lessons and you are theirs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-1709909910184716538?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/1709909910184716538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/02/sista-thought-life-lessonss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1709909910184716538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1709909910184716538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/02/sista-thought-life-lessonss.html' title='Sista Thought...  Life Lessonss'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-1020901480851512680</id><published>2011-01-24T11:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:11:55.338-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Obedience is better than Sacrifice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sacrifice done in obedience, is not painful, if pain is involved, it is due to our own fear and unwillingness to let go... Sacrifice done in obedience, has its own reward... and because we know there is a reward, we give cheerfully, for we know, nothing is lost.&amp;nbsp; Be a cheerful giver, with understanding and knowing you will be rewarded with greater good.&amp;nbsp; Sacrifice without obedience, is like fasting, it is uncomfortable to those whose minds stay solely on their lack or loss.&amp;nbsp; Remember, obedience is better than sacrifice, for in obedience there is a reward... and in sacrifice there is but fear and pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-1020901480851512680?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/1020901480851512680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/01/obedience-is-better-than-sacrifice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1020901480851512680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1020901480851512680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/01/obedience-is-better-than-sacrifice.html' title='Obedience is better than Sacrifice...'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-3434620653336655889</id><published>2011-01-14T18:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:18:31.407-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Rumpelstilzchen, Rumplstilzchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Dear Sir, I heard, once upon a time, you spun straw into gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Now days Sir, gold is $1,360.50 per troy ounce in the USA… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I’m just wondering are you yet spinning straw into gold… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Let me know, I just bought a box load of straw brooms… &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Sincerely Sista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-3434620653336655889?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/3434620653336655889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/01/rumpelstilzchen-rumplstilzchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3434620653336655889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3434620653336655889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/01/rumpelstilzchen-rumplstilzchen.html' title='Rumpelstilzchen, Rumplstilzchen'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-1459304372632314571</id><published>2011-01-12T16:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:17:22.778-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Betrayal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;The greatest betrayal is not the betrayal of others.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest betrayal is the betrayal of self, for when we betray ourselves; we leave an opening for others to betray us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I was asked to Explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Betrayal is overriding the voice within, the voice that says, don’t turn right, turn left, don’t sit down, run.&amp;nbsp; When we are given heartfelt commands, urgings from the soul, and then refuse to walk there in, we betray ourselves, and therefore allow others to betray us…&amp;nbsp; There is an example given in the bible, of a young prophet, betrayed by an older prophet… The younger prophet was told by GOD, to neither eat or drink, nor return the way he came.&amp;nbsp; Yet, by the lies of an older prophet he was swayed, betrayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;It is the weaknesses of our own flesh, which betrays us first, leaving the door open for others to betray us.&amp;nbsp; It is the need to trust others before we trust ourselves (thus the voice of our soul) which leads us on the road to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-1459304372632314571?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/1459304372632314571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/01/betrayal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1459304372632314571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1459304372632314571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/01/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal...'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-6421329016370776</id><published>2011-01-05T14:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:44:05.488-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Seed of the Creator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TSTWWeLSL4I/AAAAAAAABHs/muQ9ERLOl0I/s1600/mustard-tree_full_grown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TSTWWeLSL4I/AAAAAAAABHs/muQ9ERLOl0I/s320/mustard-tree_full_grown.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Full grown mustard tree, grown from a tiny mustard seed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The seed is ... &lt;br /&gt;What the seed was planted to be ... but for now all we see is the seed...&lt;br /&gt;As the seasons come and go (life lessons &amp;amp; experiences)...&lt;br /&gt;As the soil nourishes its growth (knowledge &amp;amp; understanding)...&lt;br /&gt;As the sun yields its aid (wisdom &amp;amp; love)...&lt;br /&gt;The seed becomes the very thing it was planted to be, a Tree...&lt;br /&gt;Great is the seed of the Creator in YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Copyright ©2011 by SistaSistaSister/DreamsNWord.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-6421329016370776?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/6421329016370776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/01/seed-of-creator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6421329016370776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6421329016370776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/01/seed-of-creator.html' title='Seed of the Creator'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TSTWWeLSL4I/AAAAAAAABHs/muQ9ERLOl0I/s72-c/mustard-tree_full_grown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-2144480714772701940</id><published>2011-01-04T02:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:55:34.536-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thousands Dead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Why did more than 3,000 red-winged blackbirds tumble from the Arkansas sky shortly before midnight on New Year's Eve?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2011/01/03/national/main7208349.shtml"&gt;(click here)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;myths turned to truth in his-story books... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while fowl fall dead as signs are mistook... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;government stays silent placing science on the hook...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tell them a lie even the elite will possibly overlook...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;judgement pasted down and we all partook...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Take heed to the food U eat, The water U drink, and the air U breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is not the first time this has happen... I lived in Arkansas 9.5 years... &lt;/div&gt;In 1998 something similar happen, but it didn't get national attention, actually it barely received local attention... &lt;br /&gt;That year, I had a regular workout routine, riding my bike fourteen miles a day... on the back roads of rural Arkansas... Seven miles to the next town and back... This road was limited to Combines, Tractors and other farm equipment, so not to impede the flow of the main highway... Although the main hwy shortened the distance between towns by 3.5 miles, it was not safe for bicyclers, skaters, and farm equipment, due to 18-wheelers and double wide carriers...&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoooo... As I was saying this same occurrence took place in 1998...&lt;br /&gt;I was riding my bike one morning, my usual Monday, Wednesday and Friday routine. As I approached the bridge, leading to the next town, I could smell a really foul odor... My first thought was a dead dog... The county was good at not picking up dead animals in a timely manner...&lt;br /&gt;The closer I drew to the bridge the odor grew more pungent and I realized it could not be a dog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fear struck me, what if it’s a person?… Now on the bridge, I climbed off my bike to peer over the edge… and what I saw shocked me… from one side of the bridge to the other, laid there in the creek, were hundreds of hundreds of dead fish as far as the eye could see, and all along the banks were dead birds…&lt;br /&gt;I should have realized it was particularly quiet on my ride that morning, no birds chirping, merely still silence, with exception for the main hwy traffic in the distance… Frighten to go further… I turned around and returned home… &lt;br /&gt;Before that day, I fished in that creek regularly; afterwards, I never did again…&lt;br /&gt;I ask the biology teacher at the local college I was attending at the time, what would cause such a thing… His response was, “Perhaps, the local fishermen shocked the water, to bring the catfish to the top” (which is illegal).&lt;br /&gt;Long Story short, I never learned the truth… but this incident in BEBEE, ARKANSAS seems very similar, and someone truly needs to get to the bottom of this… because those folks live and die eating that fish, drink that water, and breathing that air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-2144480714772701940?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/2144480714772701940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/01/thousands-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2144480714772701940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2144480714772701940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/01/thousands-dead.html' title='Thousands Dead...'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-3942083016488997980</id><published>2011-01-01T12:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:59:40.222-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My New Year's Resolution 2011 (Sista)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TR95XDO2XmI/AAAAAAAABG8/Iy4z42tT-OQ/s1600/Fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;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/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TR95XDO2XmI/AAAAAAAABG8/Iy4z42tT-OQ/s320/Fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557293902110023266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year’s Resolution, I will laugh 10 x more this year than last year; I will hug 9 x more, flirt 8 x more and celebrate life 7 x more this year than last year.  I will tell Family &amp;amp; Friends “I LOVE U” 6 x more this year than last year; I will pray and meditate 5 x more, and attend 4 more social events this year than last year, hopefully with a date… (Any Takers?)   This year I will spend 3 more days per week in the gym, than last year, I will travel 2 more destinations this year than last year and last but not least I will finish writing 1 book more than last year… &lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to ALL… 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-3942083016488997980?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/3942083016488997980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-new-years-resolution-2011-sista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3942083016488997980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3942083016488997980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-new-years-resolution-2011-sista.html' title='My New Year&apos;s Resolution 2011 (Sista)'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TR95XDO2XmI/AAAAAAAABG8/Iy4z42tT-OQ/s72-c/Fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-2101111513926417588</id><published>2010-12-30T19:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:01:10.605-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><title type='text'>Is it ok???</title><content type='html'>Is it ever ok… to say you’re not ok… and not know why you’re not ok…?&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to say you’re tired of being strong… when strong is the anthem of every song?&lt;br /&gt;Is it feasible to say the most successful of people… experience momentary days of weakness?&lt;br /&gt;Is it ok… to just say … I’m having a bad day… and yes… &lt;br /&gt;I know… tomorrow… will be… ok… and if not tomorrow… then surely… the next day…  Is it ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-2101111513926417588?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/2101111513926417588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-it-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2101111513926417588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2101111513926417588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-it-ok.html' title='Is it ok???'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-7799388840163804484</id><published>2010-12-25T10:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T10:54:50.645-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><title type='text'>Happy Holiday  (Remember Those)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TRYhn3OPY2I/AAAAAAAABG0/c7ryJI6CbeI/s1600/08-12-Kiener%2BPlaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TRYhn3OPY2I/AAAAAAAABG0/c7ryJI6CbeI/s320/08-12-Kiener%2BPlaze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554664159130379106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holiday to the whole of my Family &amp;amp; Friends...&lt;br /&gt;May this day bring U joy &amp;amp; peace... Enjoy the festivities of your individual Families &amp;amp; Friends and in your prayers and meditations, remember those lest fortunate than U... Those with no family to share... Those with no home dressed with care... Those for whom have lost their way... Those for whom The Holidays serve grief with every plate...  Speak a word for these... that grace &amp;amp; mercy will not be spared... and Be Full One &amp;amp; All this day... Happy Holiday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-7799388840163804484?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/7799388840163804484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-holiday-remember-those.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/7799388840163804484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/7799388840163804484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-holiday-remember-those.html' title='Happy Holiday  (Remember Those)'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TRYhn3OPY2I/AAAAAAAABG0/c7ryJI6CbeI/s72-c/08-12-Kiener%2BPlaze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-5313893255001595652</id><published>2010-12-22T19:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T19:46:50.701-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Homelessness is a mockery on human compassion.</title><content type='html'>As I sit in the comfort of my apartment, with my central heat turned to 65, and my nostrils inhaling the scent of sweet potatoes… I am reminded many of my sisters &amp;amp; brothers are but a stones’ throw from homeless...&lt;br /&gt;After reading an article in the &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/12/22/homeless-families-increase_n_800040.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huffington Post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my mind raced to the many homeless here in St. Louis... and the trials they endure season after season... I recall one year, after helping set up the city-rec, for the over flow of homeless men and women that would bed there for the night. I heading home already dismayed about the folks that had to be turned away, due to capacity.&lt;br /&gt;On my way home I spotted a small woman layered in coats… She was covering the top of a sliding board with plastic… that same plastic we use to cover windows in the winter… She was covering a small encasement over the sliding-board… that place where children usually sit and slide.&lt;br /&gt;This woman carefully unfolded the clear plastic… then snapped it like a sheet as she draped it over the little hard plastic dome and all four of its exposed openings… After covering the hard red, blue and yellow plastic dome the woman balled into a knot and laid inside… this was her shelter for the night.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what happen to that woman… but for these five years… each winter that comes… I am reminded of her as I pass that park… The woman was but 300 feet from the shelter but she lay in the cold winter’s night atop a slide protected only by the coats on her back and a thin layer of insulating plastic… I can’t help but wonder what I could have done differently…&lt;br /&gt;I say all this to say... we need solutions… for this issue of homelessness is a mockery on human compassion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-5313893255001595652?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/5313893255001595652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/homelessness-is-mockery-on-human.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5313893255001595652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5313893255001595652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/homelessness-is-mockery-on-human.html' title='Homelessness is a mockery on human compassion.'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-6239772670472441513</id><published>2010-12-20T09:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:36:22.554-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sista Quotes</title><content type='html'>Self love is one thing… False security is another…  When one truly loves themselves there’s no need to wear a billboard advertising to the world...  Genuine character will show without verbal witness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-6239772670472441513?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/6239772670472441513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/sista-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6239772670472441513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6239772670472441513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/sista-quotes.html' title='Sista Quotes'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-6718115924077450674</id><published>2010-12-18T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T17:45:16.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One Wish</title><content type='html'>Grant me just one wish… &lt;br /&gt;One wish… to create my future&lt;br /&gt;One wish… to avenge my pass&lt;br /&gt;One wish… to make my dreams reality&lt;br /&gt;Grant me just one wish… &lt;br /&gt;Grant me LOVE…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-6718115924077450674?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/6718115924077450674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-one-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6718115924077450674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6718115924077450674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-one-wish.html' title='Just One Wish'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-5138384727881448462</id><published>2010-12-15T20:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T20:18:16.016-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Blogtalkradio Changes it's Rules... Again money changes the nature of the game...</title><content type='html'>Today I learned they are changing the rules of Blogtalkradio... all none paying folks will be limited to 30 minutes perday.... and no prime hours of the day... If all I am given is thirty minutes, I need to make those thirty minutes the most informative thirty minutes there are on the whole of blogtalk... In a thirty minute conversation... In the ears of the right person, one can change the world... &lt;br /&gt;If all I am given is thirty minutes then I should do a show three times a week... informing, educating, and uplifting.... &lt;br /&gt;If all I am given is thirty minutes... I will take that thirty minutes make it grow... &lt;br /&gt;I need to learn what hours they are offering... I can make 30 minutes work.... uhmmm it matters not it's 30 minutes... I will just revamp my show and make thrirty minutes work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-5138384727881448462?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/5138384727881448462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/blogtalkradio-changes-its-rules-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5138384727881448462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5138384727881448462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/blogtalkradio-changes-its-rules-again.html' title='Blogtalkradio Changes it&apos;s Rules... Again money changes the nature of the game...'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-6752489558464176758</id><published>2010-12-14T23:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:39:48.036-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><title type='text'>Good Night Dec.14.2010 :&gt;)</title><content type='html'>Now I lay me down to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Behind the veil we will meet&lt;br /&gt;We will solve a mystery… &lt;br /&gt;In sunken treasures hidden deep&lt;br /&gt;Within the ponderings of the mind…&lt;br /&gt;We will see the other’s light&lt;br /&gt;And just before it’s time to wake &lt;br /&gt;I will whisper thank u for this dreamy date…&lt;br /&gt;Sleep well…  Mister-Mister :&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-6752489558464176758?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/6752489558464176758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-night-mister-mister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6752489558464176758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6752489558464176758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-night-mister-mister.html' title='Good Night Dec.14.2010 :&gt;)'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-2949369865190552213</id><published>2010-12-14T19:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:09:50.220-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><title type='text'>Treasured</title><content type='html'>In my quest, Silence is a constant friend…  &lt;br /&gt;A treasured companion… &lt;br /&gt;A valued escort safe-guarding the rarest of commodities&lt;br /&gt;My Peace…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-2949369865190552213?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/2949369865190552213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/treasured.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2949369865190552213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2949369865190552213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/treasured.html' title='Treasured'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-1433295821613014574</id><published>2010-12-13T23:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:42:52.929-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><title type='text'>Goodnight... Dec. 13. 2010 :&gt;)</title><content type='html'>Tonight I will dream in jazz… I will sing and I will dance…&lt;br /&gt;Cogently sailing unveiling centuries old mysteries…&lt;br /&gt;Traveling time… then the stars… and then the seas…&lt;br /&gt;Lucidly I will dream and jazz will be my beat… &lt;br /&gt;Will you meet me in my dreams and dance with me?&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight…  Mister-Mister :&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-1433295821613014574?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/1433295821613014574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodnight-mister-mister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1433295821613014574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1433295821613014574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodnight-mister-mister.html' title='Goodnight... Dec. 13. 2010 :&gt;)'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-5207563884354135837</id><published>2010-12-13T18:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:36:54.061-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sista Thoughts</title><content type='html'>The BOOK reads: "Beloved, I wish above all… you prosper and be in good health even as your soul prospers."  As we grow emotionally/spiritually in confidence, then those things which compose our life grow as well, business, finances, and relationships. However, if we are emotionally/spiritually apprehensive and self-doubting, we will not grow, for we cannot grow beyond our ability to believe in ourselves…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-5207563884354135837?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/5207563884354135837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/sista-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5207563884354135837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5207563884354135837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/sista-thoughts.html' title='Sista Thoughts'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-2995936474115213111</id><published>2010-12-13T00:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:48:38.429-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Q/A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>How does a man prove his love to me...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TQXBtn4QNwI/AAAAAAAABGY/wLI0pv1L__Q/s1600/spawn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550055105347204866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TQXBtn4QNwI/AAAAAAAABGY/wLI0pv1L__Q/s400/spawn2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TQXApZjT_rI/AAAAAAAABGQ/u1hOSrZxn9A/s1600/spawn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. A man can prove his love to me by being mentally and physically available, when I need him most.&lt;br /&gt;2. A man can prove his love to me by being fiscally available when I need it most…&lt;br /&gt;3. A man can prove his love to me by trusting me when he needs someone most…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-2995936474115213111?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/2995936474115213111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-does-man-prove-his-love-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2995936474115213111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2995936474115213111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-does-man-prove-his-love-to-me.html' title='How does a man prove his love to me...?'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TQXBtn4QNwI/AAAAAAAABGY/wLI0pv1L__Q/s72-c/spawn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-2459762413735076492</id><published>2010-12-12T07:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T08:08:58.894-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><title type='text'>Snow Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TQTWXe2hOaI/AAAAAAAABGI/tZGBacR7JPk/s1600/gatewayArch12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TQTWXe2hOaI/AAAAAAAABGI/tZGBacR7JPk/s400/gatewayArch12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549796339734362530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a choice… I would be snowed in with a man… after my own heart…  Someone who shares my same world views… Someone who pretty much enjoys some of the same things I do… Someone who could offer me a good debate…   Someone who doesn’t mind rising early and going to bed late… If I had a choice…  I would be snowed in with a man… who seeks to grow on with me… one mind… one heart... hand in hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-2459762413735076492?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/2459762413735076492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2459762413735076492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2459762413735076492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day...'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TQTWXe2hOaI/AAAAAAAABGI/tZGBacR7JPk/s72-c/gatewayArch12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-8216303869610855020</id><published>2010-12-10T20:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:54:15.486-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><title type='text'>Mercy On The Man...</title><content type='html'>Famished joy in unprofitable pain… Give thy money…  Thy hope does save…  &lt;br /&gt;Pondered weak and naive… trapped doors swing open on Sabbath days...&lt;br /&gt;Full the state of pondered woes…  Separating the sheep from the goats…&lt;br /&gt;Tongues spoken long ago… muttered gently whispered prayers…&lt;br /&gt;Saved for ravenous wolves who do dare… feast in valleys of dry bones…&lt;br /&gt; And sorrowed be too the soul which seeks… The book of life…&lt;br /&gt;For never a name be read in pain… Than the man who was not found …&lt;br /&gt;While the choir does sing… while the congregation does bleed... &lt;br /&gt;And the sheep he did not feed…  Mercy on the man…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-8216303869610855020?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/8216303869610855020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8216303869610855020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8216303869610855020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorrow.html' title='Mercy On The Man...'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-4194113394027738500</id><published>2010-11-29T16:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:45:42.164-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic Violence'/><title type='text'>I knew a girl who lived this tale...</title><content type='html'>I knew a girl who lived this tale... her life was virtually hell... then one day her abuser went to jail... but even from his cell… he cracked his whip and she made bail… day in and day out… bout after bout… this girl lived every hue… blue… purple… black…  as she yelled back… I LOVE U…  I LOVE U TOO… he firmly said…till one day he hit her… and the next day she was dead…  I knew a girl who lived this tale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-4194113394027738500?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/4194113394027738500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-knew-girl-who-lived-this-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4194113394027738500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4194113394027738500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-knew-girl-who-lived-this-tale.html' title='I knew a girl who lived this tale...'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-8038979619091598363</id><published>2010-11-29T14:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:47:36.489-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sista Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TPQQt9-ImPI/AAAAAAAABGA/0CMCgR8udZM/s1600/See_no_evil.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TPQQt9-ImPI/AAAAAAAABGA/0CMCgR8udZM/s320/See_no_evil.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545075423115254002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Art by Scott Gustafson 2009 ... Scottgustafson.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you learned your words (typed, spoken or written) would not return to you void (unfulfilled), would you change the words you use, or the way you speak…?  How many of us are now chasing down our negative words with positive affirmations…  We must become impeccable with our speech, mindful of the words we use in reference to ourselves and others…  Words are powerful… ask a child… are remember the child you once were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-8038979619091598363?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/8038979619091598363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/sista-quotes_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8038979619091598363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8038979619091598363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/sista-quotes_29.html' title='Sista Quotes'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TPQQt9-ImPI/AAAAAAAABGA/0CMCgR8udZM/s72-c/See_no_evil.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-734045155729635480</id><published>2010-11-29T14:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:34:51.789-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sista Poetic Quote</title><content type='html'>Unforgiveness is the venom of forked tongues,&lt;br /&gt;Slithering vipers, rattling on, and on,&lt;br /&gt;Bitter the guile that once seemed sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Now danger lurks due to adulterous speech,&lt;br /&gt;Speak the truth and free the mind&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness will come in time…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-734045155729635480?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/734045155729635480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/sista-poetic-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/734045155729635480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/734045155729635480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/sista-poetic-quote.html' title='Sista Poetic Quote'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-8799528117336953830</id><published>2010-11-19T14:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:38:37.896-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sista Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TPQPOjEA6CI/AAAAAAAABF4/T4IrU7FUhbg/s1600/Sistaography.jpg"&gt;&lt;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/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TPQPOjEA6CI/AAAAAAAABF4/T4IrU7FUhbg/s320/Sistaography.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545073783804586018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the collective vision of our thoughts; we determine our value, our essence, and our substance.&lt;br /&gt;Our substance cannot be found outside ourselves; and until we become aware of whom we are, and align ourselves therewith; our potential lies in wait… and so do our mates…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-8799528117336953830?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/8799528117336953830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/sista-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8799528117336953830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8799528117336953830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/sista-quotes.html' title='Sista Quotes'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TPQPOjEA6CI/AAAAAAAABF4/T4IrU7FUhbg/s72-c/Sistaography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-7838085014944430854</id><published>2010-11-09T11:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:24:25.646-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><title type='text'>Thank U… We Sometimes Forget…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TNmAIaIEFOI/AAAAAAAABFo/iIK4i3dKYco/s1600/thank-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TNmAIaIEFOI/AAAAAAAABFo/iIK4i3dKYco/s320/thank-you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537598098769188066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank U for We sometimes forget… &lt;br /&gt;Thank U for care, and compassion&lt;br /&gt;Thank U for tender embraces and healthy conversations&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of our tendency to go on and on&lt;br /&gt;Thank U for making the bread, and sharing the dough&lt;br /&gt;Thank U for kissing the bruises, an speaking the pain gone&lt;br /&gt;Thank U despite the fact we sometimes forget to say,&lt;br /&gt;To every Father, Brother, Lover, Husband, Friend or Son…&lt;br /&gt;Thank U&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-7838085014944430854?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/7838085014944430854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-u-we-sometimes-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/7838085014944430854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/7838085014944430854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-u-we-sometimes-forget.html' title='Thank U… We Sometimes Forget…'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TNmAIaIEFOI/AAAAAAAABFo/iIK4i3dKYco/s72-c/thank-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-8196907841754737813</id><published>2010-11-09T09:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:33:06.935-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>Sista Prayer</title><content type='html'>Make me to rise to higher heights, to span new horizons, and expand the reach of my territory… Gird me with wisdom, clothe me with love, and fashion me to be, the very support I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-8196907841754737813?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/8196907841754737813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/sista-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8196907841754737813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8196907841754737813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/sista-prayer.html' title='Sista Prayer'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-5020108768230686276</id><published>2010-11-08T14:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T14:39:58.221-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>"For Colored Girls" My Two Cents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TNhe8-3wsiI/AAAAAAAABFg/WqooMqcdlec/s1600/For+Colored+Girls.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TNhe8-3wsiI/AAAAAAAABFg/WqooMqcdlec/s320/For+Colored+Girls.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537280143614063138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Two Cents,&lt;br /&gt;We seem to forget, this is a movie based on a play, written by a woman, who experienced these truths in her life, and the lives of the women around her. It is my opinion; Tyler Perry desired to bring this book to film, in honor of its author Ntozake Shange, and her story.  I was eleven when my mother first brought “For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf”, home…   &lt;br /&gt;The book was the rave in the African American Book Community for which my mother frequented. As a result she purchased the book, only to have me to crack the pages and dive in, before she read the first words.  &lt;br /&gt;For weeks I carried the book as if on assignment from GOD, to read and comprehend its pages.  I was moved by the stories, the poetic rhymes of each tale, and was consequently inspired to write my first piece of poetry.  &lt;br /&gt;Since then I have written (although not yet published) hundreds upon hundreds of rhythmic lines, and words that dance and prance in the minds of the reader.  &lt;br /&gt;It is this book that began my odyssey of poetry and I thank Tyler Perry for breathing life, into this creation of art once again.  Reading through the multitude of personal post and reviews, I thought, “Hummm let me add my two cents to the pot. &lt;br /&gt;It seems many Brothers are calling “For Colored Girls” another all-out male bashing movie, taken in the same vein as, ‘The Women of Brewster Place’ (written 1982) and ‘Waiting to Exhale’ (written 1992).  Brothers seem to feel this movie again dehumanizes, demoralizes, and downright assonates the character of Black men.  &lt;br /&gt;As one author wrote “the film made me damn near embarrassed to be a black male”. &lt;br /&gt;For those Brothers, those of you, who are free moral agents of ethics and integrity, who take responsibility for your family, who work diligently to build your community, and who sever the GOD of your creation with the zeal of accountability, I see your grief and understand your agony. &lt;br /&gt;It is true that men of color or depicted as the riffraff deviants of society, sex craved and depraved, running from responsibility,  indebted to the law for one crime are another, and that is most unfortunate.  Nonetheless, my Brothers, in defense of Tyler Perry (whom I have never meet), I am of the opinion; it was not his intention to undermine, demoralize, nor weaken the already damaged persona of the Black Male Ego.  &lt;br /&gt;Had the text originated with Tyler Perry, Brothers, you would have my loyal support.  Nevertheless, this is not the case.  The film, “For Colored Girls” is a mere depiction of an original work of art, which Tyler Perry challenged himself to remain true to.  Therefore I applaud my Brother, and recommend this movie to all who have yet to see it, and as you watch remember, the depictions of life in this film may not be your reality, but it is some bodies’ truth. &lt;br /&gt;~Sista&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-5020108768230686276?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/5020108768230686276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-colored-girls-my-two-cents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5020108768230686276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5020108768230686276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-colored-girls-my-two-cents.html' title='&quot;For Colored Girls&quot; My Two Cents'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TNhe8-3wsiI/AAAAAAAABFg/WqooMqcdlec/s72-c/For+Colored+Girls.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-5066540028867087157</id><published>2010-11-08T09:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:09:14.321-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><title type='text'>GOD BLESSED OUR LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;… GOD BLESSED OUR LOVE…&lt;br /&gt;Gleaned from Al Green “God Blessed Our Love”&lt;br /&gt;Dedicate to &lt;br /&gt;Woman Thou Art Loose Facebook Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESSED OUR LOVE…&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESSED OUR LOVE AND GAVE US PURPOSE, AND CHARGE TO WALK IN HONOR….&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESSED OUR LOVE AND NOW WE FORM THIS MOST EXTRODINARY GROUP OF SISTERS…&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESSED OUR LOVE AND GAVE US UNIONS AND FELLOWSHIPS WE CAN BE PROUD OF…&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESSED OUR LOVE AND NOW WE AFFIRM ONE ANOTHER DAILY, WITH WORDS OF STRENGTH, INSPIRATION, ENCOURAGMENT, AND MOTIVATION.&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESSED OUR LOVE…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-5066540028867087157?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/5066540028867087157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-blessed-our-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5066540028867087157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5066540028867087157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-blessed-our-love.html' title='GOD BLESSED OUR LOVE'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-143284591135374463</id><published>2010-11-04T15:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T15:31:36.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Poetry'/><title type='text'>Winter is coming... it's cloudy &amp; cool outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TNMXlgydzJI/AAAAAAAABFY/zVsMkUbRRJ0/s1600/seagulls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TNMXlgydzJI/AAAAAAAABFY/zVsMkUbRRJ0/s320/seagulls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535794300192672914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already basking in the Oasis of my mind… absorbing the warmth of the suns light, relaxing at the oceans side, watching the seagulls soar through the sky, sipping white wine, as my ink dyes the pages of my journal, and the words spell out, “Wish U were here… I’m having a wonder time.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-143284591135374463?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/143284591135374463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter-is-coming-and-its-cloudy-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/143284591135374463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/143284591135374463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter-is-coming-and-its-cloudy-cool.html' title='Winter is coming... it&apos;s cloudy &amp; cool outside'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TNMXlgydzJI/AAAAAAAABFY/zVsMkUbRRJ0/s72-c/seagulls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-3264369980191149366</id><published>2010-10-27T11:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:24:40.602-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sista Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TMhdt2TLFLI/AAAAAAAABFI/ba-7sqcKvv0/s1600/Wisdom+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TMhdt2TLFLI/AAAAAAAABFI/ba-7sqcKvv0/s320/Wisdom+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532775184476083378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak life, be light, for U know wisdom is Ledgend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-3264369980191149366?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/3264369980191149366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-quotes_27.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3264369980191149366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3264369980191149366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-quotes_27.html' title='Sista Quotes'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TMhdt2TLFLI/AAAAAAAABFI/ba-7sqcKvv0/s72-c/Wisdom+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-6056480041840922537</id><published>2010-10-26T16:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T12:06:43.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affirmation'/><title type='text'>Sista Affirmations</title><content type='html'>Something awoke in me today… an awakening, a freedom, a knowing that this is possible, and not only possible, but probable. Today, I am awaken to accept and receive this gift I have requested from GOD…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TMxQSIqM3ZI/AAAAAAAABFQ/jTTe_MvgUis/s1600/check_withdottedline1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TMxQSIqM3ZI/AAAAAAAABFQ/jTTe_MvgUis/s320/check_withdottedline1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533886314623851922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give thanks and praise… for I know, it now is…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-6056480041840922537?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/6056480041840922537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-awoke-in-me-today-awakening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6056480041840922537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6056480041840922537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-awoke-in-me-today-awakening.html' title='Sista Affirmations'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TMxQSIqM3ZI/AAAAAAAABFQ/jTTe_MvgUis/s72-c/check_withdottedline1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-4526967890330427763</id><published>2010-10-25T12:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:28:13.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TMW99qoBexI/AAAAAAAABE4/IBuQRA617ec/s1600/AfterTheStorm1-783002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532036584406350610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TMW99qoBexI/AAAAAAAABE4/IBuQRA617ec/s320/AfterTheStorm1-783002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the brightness of the Suns’ shine,&lt;br /&gt;Not a cloud to be seen,&lt;br /&gt;It rained…&lt;br /&gt;Not an oppressing or painful rain…&lt;br /&gt;Not an ominous or disheartening rain…&lt;br /&gt;Just rain…&lt;br /&gt;Rain for the earth to drink&lt;br /&gt;Rain for the birds that sing…&lt;br /&gt;Rain to remind me, GOD can do ALL things…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-4526967890330427763?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/4526967890330427763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4526967890330427763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4526967890330427763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TMW99qoBexI/AAAAAAAABE4/IBuQRA617ec/s72-c/AfterTheStorm1-783002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-3582112121794729425</id><published>2010-10-23T00:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:27:52.208-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>"There's ten-thousand blessings in the hollow of his hands, and all I need is one".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TMJyRPD2-vI/AAAAAAAABEw/Be4kadDvM3o/s1600/HWY149EARLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;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/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TMJyRPD2-vI/AAAAAAAABEw/Be4kadDvM3o/s320/HWY149EARLE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531108932790450930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living down south I met many loving souls, &lt;br /&gt;Ms. Moell Latham was one, she was 50 years my senior, &lt;br /&gt;and one of my best friends.  &lt;br /&gt;Ms. Moell passed 7 years ago this week and today as I sat in quiet contemplation, &lt;br /&gt;I heard her words ringing in my ear, &lt;br /&gt;"There's ten-thousand blessings in the hollow of his hands, and all I need is one".  She said these words to me time and time again, believing them to be scripture. &lt;br /&gt;I could never bring myself to telling her any different, for I understood what she meant as she cried and prayed, “GOD all I need is one”.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P MS. MOELL Miller Latham Badley&lt;br /&gt;You yet live, in my memories...&lt;br /&gt;January 26, 1916 - Ocotber 17, 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-3582112121794729425?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/3582112121794729425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/theres-ten-thousand-blessings-in-hollow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3582112121794729425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3582112121794729425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/theres-ten-thousand-blessings-in-hollow.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s ten-thousand blessings in the hollow of his hands, and all I need is one&quot;.'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TMJyRPD2-vI/AAAAAAAABEw/Be4kadDvM3o/s72-c/HWY149EARLE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-8836183016586118875</id><published>2010-10-21T13:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T15:01:09.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affirmation'/><title type='text'>Sista Affirmations (GOOD THING)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TMCVM8mDokI/AAAAAAAABEo/y9PmwT_Y71U/s1600/Flower+Melody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TMCVM8mDokI/AAAAAAAABEo/y9PmwT_Y71U/s320/Flower+Melody.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530584392067686978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am a powerful creator, I am creating a stream of attraction.  In this stream there are men of various callings and life professions motivational speaks, entrepreneurs, preachers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, financial advisors, journeymen carpenters and electricians.  This stream flows from me, returning to me, the emergence of HIM.  From this stream of goodly gentlemen, my husband emerges, he is a man whom respectfully admires and adores me… &lt;br /&gt;He is a man of tolerance and forethought, wittingly and willingly taking his time to know me.  He gives into my life, cheerfully, and abundantly.  From his profusion of love, and generosity, he provides for me whole heartedly.  He honors me, respects me, and desires me.  He leaves no stone unturned when working to create our success.  We, he, I cherish the many investments of time we share.  He meets my needs, purposefully to assure I am pleased.  He gives thanks and praise, for my presence in his life, and we work together to achieve our life goals.  He too is a powerful creator, and I am the answer to his soulful prayer for love and companionship.  &lt;br /&gt;I am his GOOD THING, and he is mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-8836183016586118875?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/8836183016586118875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-affirmations_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8836183016586118875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8836183016586118875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-affirmations_21.html' title='Sista Affirmations (GOOD THING)'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TMCVM8mDokI/AAAAAAAABEo/y9PmwT_Y71U/s72-c/Flower+Melody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-4685715114007054674</id><published>2010-10-19T13:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T13:34:05.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sista Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TL3jXPGw1MI/AAAAAAAABEg/S2LbvWsyEOI/s1600/Water.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529825905812231362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TL3jXPGw1MI/AAAAAAAABEg/S2LbvWsyEOI/s320/Water.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall cleaning is at hand, it is time to reevaluate the necessity of all those things we held on to, spiritually, physically and emotionally, following spring cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;We must assess the continued necessity, value and benefits of the things we cling to. We must realize spiritual and emotional hording is just as destructive as physical hording, and devalues our worth. Let us make a clean sweep of all those things, which stagnate and bringing no value to our being. Let us release any muddled confusion, that our visions may be clear, and let the clarity of winter, prepare us for the New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-4685715114007054674?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/4685715114007054674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-thoughts_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4685715114007054674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4685715114007054674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-thoughts_19.html' title='Sista Thoughts'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TL3jXPGw1MI/AAAAAAAABEg/S2LbvWsyEOI/s72-c/Water.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-4770636310879705540</id><published>2010-10-17T12:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:23:39.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affirmation'/><title type='text'>Sista Affirmations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLt3V2BhIjI/AAAAAAAABEY/VukY8HiFQao/s1600/just+ask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLt3V2BhIjI/AAAAAAAABEY/VukY8HiFQao/s400/just+ask.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529144184690254386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask and it shall be so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think pass the &lt;br /&gt;“I don’t”… “I can’t… “I won’t”…&lt;br /&gt;Think pass the &lt;br /&gt;“who will” and “who won’t”…&lt;br /&gt;Think pass what you see and what you don’t&lt;br /&gt;Think pass the traffic in your mind…&lt;br /&gt;And stand on what you know…&lt;br /&gt;Ask and it shall be so…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-4770636310879705540?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/4770636310879705540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-affirmations_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4770636310879705540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4770636310879705540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-affirmations_17.html' title='Sista Affirmations'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLt3V2BhIjI/AAAAAAAABEY/VukY8HiFQao/s72-c/just+ask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-4791555103261187525</id><published>2010-10-16T13:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T14:21:49.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>S.O.S. ARE U OUT THERE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLn46DTIw3I/AAAAAAAABEI/TiEGEGksE5w/s1600/manfishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLn46DTIw3I/AAAAAAAABEI/TiEGEGksE5w/s400/manfishing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528723693775668082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I enjoy the relaxing vibrations of being at home, today I visualize going for a ride through the countryside, watching birds fly, and seeing the corn and wheat blowing in the breeze… &lt;br /&gt;As much as I enjoy the relaxing vibrations of being at home, I visualize a handsome, fine, kind, intellectually astute gentleman, swooping me up, and taking me on a long country drive…&lt;br /&gt;As much as I enjoy the relaxing vibrations of being at home, I desire to dance in the sunshine with a willing friend who also enjoys the countryside, and doesn’t mind sharing time with me…&lt;br /&gt;As much as I enjoy the relaxing vibrations of being at home,&lt;br /&gt;Today I visualize not being home alone… &lt;br /&gt;S.O.S. ARE U OUT THERE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-4791555103261187525?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/4791555103261187525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sos-are-u-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4791555103261187525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4791555103261187525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sos-are-u-out-there.html' title='S.O.S. ARE U OUT THERE?'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLn46DTIw3I/AAAAAAAABEI/TiEGEGksE5w/s72-c/manfishing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-3642875840223412888</id><published>2010-10-16T10:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T10:40:06.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affirmation'/><title type='text'>Sista Affirmations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLnGGKBz0YI/AAAAAAAABEA/2RD--KgQHE4/s1600/Receive+Wealth.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLnGGKBz0YI/AAAAAAAABEA/2RD--KgQHE4/s320/Receive+Wealth.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528667826647454082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awakened, I allow the stream of empowering positive energy to flow through me,as I align with the giving nature of GOD, who gives the power to receive wealth.  &lt;br /&gt;My thoughts generate the currency, create the flow, and draw all manner of financial prosperity to me.  It is my GOD given right to prosper and be in good health, even as my soul prospers.  GOD has given me the tools of understanding and reason, laced with talent and ability, therefore success is the only option for me.  I call forth, and draw from the creation that is me, that I may be fruitful and multiply, replenishing the earth with streams of empowering positive energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-3642875840223412888?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/3642875840223412888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-affirmations_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3642875840223412888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3642875840223412888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-affirmations_16.html' title='Sista Affirmations'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLnGGKBz0YI/AAAAAAAABEA/2RD--KgQHE4/s72-c/Receive+Wealth.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-5860906526522304219</id><published>2010-10-15T11:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T11:32:06.681-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sista Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLiB3s29xZI/AAAAAAAABDw/qhgEFKyOI3o/s1600/Universe.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLiB3s29xZI/AAAAAAAABDw/qhgEFKyOI3o/s320/Universe.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528311336531772818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a choice, to address our visions, hopes and dreams whole-heartedly… are on the fly…  It is my opinion, when we give our vision the full measure of our breath; it takes on a life of its own.  It becomes a living soul, avenues of expansion for which other creative abilities are derived.  Awaken the dream in you, give it life, and watch it thrive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-5860906526522304219?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/5860906526522304219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5860906526522304219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5860906526522304219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-thoughts.html' title='Sista Thoughts'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLiB3s29xZI/AAAAAAAABDw/qhgEFKyOI3o/s72-c/Universe.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-6621089114870702096</id><published>2010-10-14T12:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:54:12.608-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Q/A'/><title type='text'>Q/A :</title><content type='html'>Ladies-&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do some spend thousands upon thousands of $$$$$$ on a WEDDING DRESS&lt;br /&gt;when it only cost a man 150$ to rent a tux?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLdDSIBdoXI/AAAAAAAABDo/bslYBHVHV8g/s1600/Kunta+%26+Bell.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLdDSIBdoXI/AAAAAAAABDo/bslYBHVHV8g/s200/Kunta+%26+Bell.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527961046290899314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sista-&lt;br /&gt;A: I ask the same question…  &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s due to tradition…&lt;br /&gt;I personally would get married in a Kroger Sack, as long as the brother marring me has no problem with Kroger Sacks…   For me it’s all about the heart… and that money could be used elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, but I’m still stuck on an ole fashion ROOTS wedding…  Like when Kunta and Bell jumped the broom…  (hummm is that too much information.. oooh well, it’s out now.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-6621089114870702096?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/6621089114870702096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/qa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6621089114870702096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6621089114870702096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/qa.html' title='Q/A :'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLdDSIBdoXI/AAAAAAAABDo/bslYBHVHV8g/s72-c/Kunta+%26+Bell.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-7668290057676924594</id><published>2010-10-14T09:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:37:46.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sista Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLcVmRxJqgI/AAAAAAAABDg/0h5KTmV8ORI/s1600/cloakofconfidences+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527910814969342466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLcVmRxJqgI/AAAAAAAABDg/0h5KTmV8ORI/s400/cloakofconfidences+pic.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s chilly out this morning, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wear your cloak of confidences, and keep your spirit warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-7668290057676924594?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/7668290057676924594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-quotes_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/7668290057676924594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/7668290057676924594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-quotes_14.html' title='Sista Quotes'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TLcVmRxJqgI/AAAAAAAABDg/0h5KTmV8ORI/s72-c/cloakofconfidences+pic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-4070528287057981800</id><published>2010-10-08T15:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:28:54.561-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Thought I Glean, From Something I Read...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TK-HfD7ItCI/AAAAAAAABDY/sA8FFg-K0ws/s1600/Blair+Underwood+as+Christ.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525784235505923106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TK-HfD7ItCI/AAAAAAAABDY/sA8FFg-K0ws/s320/Blair+Underwood+as+Christ.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TK-HVidSBRI/AAAAAAAABDQ/a5BTznW9ZEk/s1600/Blair+Underwood+as+Christ+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525784071903511826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TK-HVidSBRI/AAAAAAAABDQ/a5BTznW9ZEk/s200/Blair+Underwood+as+Christ+2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received the gift of the Holy Ghost for the first time at the age of sixteen, since that time, I have witnessed many miracles in my life, some at my own hands, due to the grace and mercy of GOD… Nonetheless, I have grown discontented with the church world. We speak of the miracles of Jesus Christ, and quote the text, but it would seem that not many of us whom cry LORD, LORD, really believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With great dismay I witness a world sick and dying, and no one seems to understand these few words… “He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater [works] than these shall he do”. Are not these the words of Jesus, written (KJV) in red…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my understanding, Jesus raised the dead, made the lame to walk, the blind to see, the deaf to hear, and set the captives free… Jesus, by his teachings gave light to the darkened mind… spoke healing to the mentally ill, feed hundreds of thousands, and left us, (his brethren adopted into Sonship) the power to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly the Holy Ghost has need to be preached, but let us not forget to preach the Holy Ghost with power… Power isn't strength of voice... Power is however, understanding and knowledge of the work needing to be done, which is teaching truth in relation to GOD, as well as raising the dead, making the lame to walk, the blind to see, the deaf to hear and setting the captives free… Is this all metaphor and symbolism? Or perhaps we are simply refusing to die to the flesh, therefore refusing to be aligned with the nature of GOD within us…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the people of GOD (the church) go into the highways and hedges compelling others to come in yet we lack the power to heal, not because it's impossible, but because we are not aligned with GOD… and we leave those whom we have compelled, leaning to their own misunderstandings, and seven times worse than we found them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must teach by our actions. TEACH THE HOLY GHOST WITH POWER, AND THERE WILL BE NO MISUNDERSTANDING… The modern church world has us ALL blinded, with prosperity ministries. Don't get me wrong, it is GOD's will that we prosper and be in good health, but a one sided ministry of prosperity without health, blinds us and we all fall into the ditch of prosperity without power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-4070528287057981800?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/4070528287057981800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-i-glean-from-something-i-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4070528287057981800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4070528287057981800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-i-glean-from-something-i-read.html' title='A Thought I Glean, From Something I Read...'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TK-HfD7ItCI/AAAAAAAABDY/sA8FFg-K0ws/s72-c/Blair+Underwood+as+Christ.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-668704510899747045</id><published>2010-10-07T12:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:14:27.512-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affirmation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Sista Affirmations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TK3_hv1DtuI/AAAAAAAABDA/7KLkXE-rmvA/s1600/strewberrys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525353273093240546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TK3_hv1DtuI/AAAAAAAABDA/7KLkXE-rmvA/s200/strewberrys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living in the power and presence of today…&lt;br /&gt;Today I create the life I desire to live…&lt;br /&gt;The relationships I desire to build...&lt;br /&gt;The finances to fund my dreams of living in the country, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a rural area)&lt;br /&gt;Today I give energy, to all that’s good for me...&lt;br /&gt;Today I breathe free, knowing GOD’s mercies are given sufficiently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-668704510899747045?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/668704510899747045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-affirmations_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/668704510899747045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/668704510899747045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-affirmations_07.html' title='Sista Affirmations'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TK3_hv1DtuI/AAAAAAAABDA/7KLkXE-rmvA/s72-c/strewberrys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-3573407017744608005</id><published>2010-10-06T13:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T13:28:10.550-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affirmation'/><title type='text'>Sista Affirmations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKy_q1MA-1I/AAAAAAAABC4/C4zx2kMLpD0/s1600/KIM+ALMOST+READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525001585429642066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKy_q1MA-1I/AAAAAAAABC4/C4zx2kMLpD0/s200/KIM+ALMOST+READY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful for all the blessings life has afforded me...&lt;br /&gt;All the LOVE I have received...&lt;br /&gt;All the friends who have friended me...&lt;br /&gt;All the experiences life has bestowed up on me...&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for GOD's majesty, and how it shines through me...&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful just to BE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-3573407017744608005?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/3573407017744608005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-affirmations_8039.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3573407017744608005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3573407017744608005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-affirmations_8039.html' title='Sista Affirmations'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKy_q1MA-1I/AAAAAAAABC4/C4zx2kMLpD0/s72-c/KIM+ALMOST+READY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-5738405072724771088</id><published>2010-10-06T11:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T12:59:00.189-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affirmation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Sista Affirmations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKy0KdkgrRI/AAAAAAAABCQ/ZFPGVPyhbmc/s1600/rela4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524988934706212114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKy0KdkgrRI/AAAAAAAABCQ/ZFPGVPyhbmc/s200/rela4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKy0BQWu-xI/AAAAAAAABCI/TeMtvbmjqV0/s1600/rela5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 78px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524988776539945746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKy0BQWu-xI/AAAAAAAABCI/TeMtvbmjqV0/s200/rela5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKyz4PfvHoI/AAAAAAAABCA/hyaTQengkiI/s1600/rela8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524988621690445442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKyz4PfvHoI/AAAAAAAABCA/hyaTQengkiI/s200/rela8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKyzq4RPv-I/AAAAAAAABB4/oN-GQDAhTQk/s1600/rela3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524988392117354466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKyzq4RPv-I/AAAAAAAABB4/oN-GQDAhTQk/s200/rela3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKyzXJfmIJI/AAAAAAAABBw/OJ8-8Xf36Zo/s1600/rela13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKyzCw91zYI/AAAAAAAABBo/81KzV6MeOOg/s1600/rela9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524987702962146690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKyzCw91zYI/AAAAAAAABBo/81KzV6MeOOg/s200/rela9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKyyusys-hI/AAAAAAAABBg/ydYh6C46h-M/s1600/rela1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524987358244305426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKyyusys-hI/AAAAAAAABBg/ydYh6C46h-M/s200/rela1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship I desire also desires me and as&lt;br /&gt;I manifest the images of its being, its isness,&lt;br /&gt;in my thoughts, my energy, is making the plan and charting the course&lt;br /&gt;leading to him who is, also asking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKy2qeelLiI/AAAAAAAABCY/hhfvfA4AHZg/s1600/rela11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524991683728846370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKy2qeelLiI/AAAAAAAABCY/hhfvfA4AHZg/s200/rela11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKy3bdiPxNI/AAAAAAAABCg/OyaRaIvLSpk/s1600/rela12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524992525289374930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKy3bdiPxNI/AAAAAAAABCg/OyaRaIvLSpk/s200/rela12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKy3zL52K6I/AAAAAAAABCo/BxJi9ruRNGw/s1600/rela2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524992932873382818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKy3zL52K6I/AAAAAAAABCo/BxJi9ruRNGw/s200/rela2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-5738405072724771088?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/5738405072724771088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-affirmations_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5738405072724771088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5738405072724771088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-affirmations_06.html' title='Sista Affirmations'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKy0KdkgrRI/AAAAAAAABCQ/ZFPGVPyhbmc/s72-c/rela4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-726820331616224471</id><published>2010-10-05T18:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T18:25:05.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Hug A Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKuySwEXTVI/AAAAAAAABBY/WE7lN1ZHqdQ/s1600/Shana+Brown...+City-data.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524705403110640978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKuySwEXTVI/AAAAAAAABBY/WE7lN1ZHqdQ/s320/Shana+Brown...+City-data.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo by Shana Brown CityData.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not make it to the park today, so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I travel the tree lined streets of my memory, hugging the biggest oldest tree &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could see, its branches extended twenty-one feet, its height seems to reach all we call heavenly. The bark is cold, and sort of wet, the fragrance makes me think of spinach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Despite its cold and clammy trunk, I feel the warm vibrations of gentle love, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I surrender to its majesty.&lt;br /&gt;Nature is an inspiration, for the imagination, and love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-726820331616224471?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/726820331616224471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/hug-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/726820331616224471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/726820331616224471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/hug-tree.html' title='Hug A Tree'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKuySwEXTVI/AAAAAAAABBY/WE7lN1ZHqdQ/s72-c/Shana+Brown...+City-data.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-4010642419360792052</id><published>2010-10-05T17:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:10:30.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Maintenance Day.. 10/04/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKuiBBnM5PI/AAAAAAAABBQ/7MSVNwadCwk/s1600/HARRARDHAG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524687506396472562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKuiBBnM5PI/AAAAAAAABBQ/7MSVNwadCwk/s320/HARRARDHAG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maintenance man came round today…&lt;br /&gt;Changing filters, looking at facets and running water down the drains.&lt;br /&gt;I was dressed like a haggardly old hag;&lt;br /&gt;Corn-rowed plats and spaghetti strapped dress,&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t trying to look my best, wasn’t expecting any guess.&lt;br /&gt;But the FUNNY THING;&lt;br /&gt;The maintenance man squinted and strained,&lt;br /&gt;“Mhmmmm”, I heard him say…&lt;br /&gt;Walking from room to room,&lt;br /&gt;With clip-board &amp;amp; check list at hand,&lt;br /&gt;He asked if I had any complaints.&lt;br /&gt;Not one as of yet, I said.&lt;br /&gt;Then he noticed my portrait on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;“Ummmmp, Is that you”, he exclaimed”&lt;br /&gt;With a node of my head, I said…&lt;br /&gt;“Clean up well don’t I”…&lt;br /&gt;As he walked away,&lt;br /&gt;The biggest grin, shone upon his face…&lt;br /&gt;“U take care now Ma’am”, he said...&lt;br /&gt;Winking his eye, and closing the door behind…&lt;br /&gt;For shame, for shame, for shame…LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-4010642419360792052?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/4010642419360792052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/maintenance-day-10052010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4010642419360792052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4010642419360792052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/maintenance-day-10052010.html' title='Maintenance Day.. 10/04/2010'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKuiBBnM5PI/AAAAAAAABBQ/7MSVNwadCwk/s72-c/HARRARDHAG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-5719425417971721213</id><published>2010-10-03T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T13:07:05.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affirmation'/><title type='text'>Sista Affirmations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKjFDtjbYOI/AAAAAAAABBI/FoNJRFurr80/s1600/yes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523881610528383202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKjFDtjbYOI/AAAAAAAABBI/FoNJRFurr80/s320/yes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, yes, yes! Today, ‎"I comfortably and easily release the old and welcome the new in my life. I am safe."* I have held on far too long and it is time, to allow a new thought, a new idea, a new song, a new dance, a second chance at first love. Yes, yes, yes! The time is now, to create, for I am safe in the mind of my heart, and the arms of my Creator, who says, ask and it shall be given… Yes, yes, yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Quote courtesy of Louis Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-5719425417971721213?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/5719425417971721213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-affirmations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5719425417971721213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5719425417971721213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-affirmations.html' title='Sista Affirmations'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKjFDtjbYOI/AAAAAAAABBI/FoNJRFurr80/s72-c/yes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-7183382016233810505</id><published>2010-10-02T14:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T17:48:27.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>‎"It is said man is three things - What he thinks he is, what others think he is and what he really is. Which of these do you believe to be true?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKe0nig5RgI/AAAAAAAABBA/7Gv7JZf05Zw/s1600/Itsablackthang.com+thought.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523582059365877250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKe0nig5RgI/AAAAAAAABBA/7Gv7JZf05Zw/s320/Itsablackthang.com+thought.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Art by Lashun Beal "Thought" &lt;a href="http://www.itsablackthang.com/"&gt;www.itsablackthang.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Man is who he thinks he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man lives his life, and makes his judgments, according to his thoughts and beliefs of himself.&lt;br /&gt;A Man is also whom others think he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However a man is perceived in the mind of another, is exactly who he is, in the mind of that other.&lt;br /&gt;A Man is seldom what he really is. Man is a spiritual being, in a physical body, living in a material world, and usually it takes many years of trial and error before man fully aligns with his spirit man, “GOD”, that is if he ever aligns at all. Once aligned however, with Spirit, GOD, Source, Creator, man is then who he was meant to be."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-7183382016233810505?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/7183382016233810505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-is-said-man-is-three-things-what-he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/7183382016233810505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/7183382016233810505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-is-said-man-is-three-things-what-he.html' title='‎&quot;It is said man is three things - What he thinks he is, what others think he is and what he really is. Which of these do you believe to be true?&quot;'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKe0nig5RgI/AAAAAAAABBA/7Gv7JZf05Zw/s72-c/Itsablackthang.com+thought.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-5261414658005970010</id><published>2010-10-02T03:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T03:43:28.009-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sista Quotes</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Growth &amp;amp; Contradiction&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What man has not, contradicted himself?  The man, who remains constant in his understanding of life, is unreasonable.  A growing man has to contradict himself many times throughout life, for who knows what experience tomorrow holds, are what understandings of knowledge he will learn?  For the conclusions of today, may well become irrelevant tomorrow.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-5261414658005970010?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/5261414658005970010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5261414658005970010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/5261414658005970010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/10/sista-quotes.html' title='Sista Quotes'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-6513063194486809847</id><published>2010-09-29T21:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:55:57.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Running (Sista Thoughts)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKP47oTid3I/AAAAAAAABA4/hTfqejGtB8s/s1600/runfromdog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKP47oTid3I/AAAAAAAABA4/hTfqejGtB8s/s400/runfromdog.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522531271401699186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like running from a dog that’s chasing you,&lt;br /&gt;Running from sin only leaves you tired and exhausted… &lt;br /&gt;It has been my experience, to face the sin, the deed, the action, the thought… and confront it…  “What you resist will persist” as they say… &lt;br /&gt;So face and embrace who you are, see yourself (your sin) clearly and forgive yourself. Once you have forgiven yourself, release the sin, the deed, the action, or the thought with love.  Now you understand what it is, to be made whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-6513063194486809847?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/6513063194486809847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/running-sista-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6513063194486809847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6513063194486809847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/running-sista-thoughts.html' title='Running (Sista Thoughts)'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKP47oTid3I/AAAAAAAABA4/hTfqejGtB8s/s72-c/runfromdog.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-700708436937644466</id><published>2010-09-29T16:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:48:30.039-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Rummaging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKO0HFFHrRI/AAAAAAAABAw/o5TzHym36Yo/s1600/hoarding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKO0HFFHrRI/AAAAAAAABAw/o5TzHym36Yo/s320/hoarding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522455601802095890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rummaging through the closets of my memory, I found U. &lt;br /&gt;Just like old times, we laughed and smile, and joke for awhile, then the phone rang, and guest what, it was U...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-700708436937644466?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/700708436937644466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/rummaging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/700708436937644466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/700708436937644466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/rummaging.html' title='Rummaging'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKO0HFFHrRI/AAAAAAAABAw/o5TzHym36Yo/s72-c/hoarding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-4181776716246647960</id><published>2010-09-28T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:49:47.412-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Understanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisdom'/><title type='text'>“Worship what you know” … John 4:22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKK3Ow-S9zI/AAAAAAAABAo/MUxZXBAvvdc/s1600/knowing_God.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKK3Ow-S9zI/AAAAAAAABAo/MUxZXBAvvdc/s200/knowing_God.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522177557401892658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, &lt;br /&gt;“And I shall send unto you a comforter”…  John 16:7&lt;br /&gt;I am of the opinion, that the comforter whom Jesus sent was, “KNOWING”…&lt;br /&gt;Know the truth, and it will make you free.   &lt;br /&gt;The disciples of Jesus believed in him,&lt;br /&gt;Trusted in him, and now upon his death, they had to know he was a man of his word.&lt;br /&gt;That KNOWING, would comfort them in his absence, and in the pursuit of their calling.&lt;br /&gt; Jesus said, “These works I do, you can do also, and greater works than these.&lt;br /&gt;Without KNOWING, there are no works…&lt;br /&gt;This is what I mean when I say, “Believing must graduate to KNOWING”&lt;br /&gt;“Worship what you know” … John 4:22&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-4181776716246647960?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/4181776716246647960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/worship-what-you-know-john-422.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4181776716246647960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4181776716246647960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/worship-what-you-know-john-422.html' title='“Worship what you know” … John 4:22'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKK3Ow-S9zI/AAAAAAAABAo/MUxZXBAvvdc/s72-c/knowing_God.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-1529840698540658771</id><published>2010-09-28T19:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:46:50.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Understanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisdom'/><title type='text'>“If the LORD will’s”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKK2nNt0ZfI/AAAAAAAABAg/MywmSOCdYWc/s1600/praise1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKK2nNt0ZfI/AAAAAAAABAg/MywmSOCdYWc/s320/praise1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522176877922641394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must stop with the cop-out, of "If the LORD will's". &lt;br /&gt;In interpretation, "If the LORD will's" simply means, if it doesn't happen, it aint my fault, &lt;br /&gt;GOD wasn't ready for me to have it or do it.  &lt;br /&gt;Now let the truth be told; &lt;br /&gt;That is not all together correct.  &lt;br /&gt;The correct answer is,&lt;br /&gt;You were not ready for that, which you asked, &lt;br /&gt;You doubted its existence,&lt;br /&gt;You had not the patience to watch for its manifestation.  &lt;br /&gt;You do not believe, nor truly know, what you ask, "IS"!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was an, “IF”, person before as well...  but now I know,&lt;br /&gt;I am that I am, and all things whatsoever I ask knowing, that will I receive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-1529840698540658771?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/1529840698540658771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-lord-wills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1529840698540658771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1529840698540658771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-lord-wills.html' title='“If the LORD will’s”'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKK2nNt0ZfI/AAAAAAAABAg/MywmSOCdYWc/s72-c/praise1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-1569178343275695741</id><published>2010-09-28T17:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T01:04:50.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affirmation'/><title type='text'>Sista Affirmations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKJvDcanGHI/AAAAAAAABAY/m6W-qq7rzNY/s1600/KIM+LOVING+ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522098198067746930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKJvDcanGHI/AAAAAAAABAY/m6W-qq7rzNY/s320/KIM+LOVING+ME.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are no limitations to my talents and intuitions. My soul quickens me alerting me to move forward or stand still. I am one with my creature, and I shall never be without. As psalms 23 reads, the LORD GOD my Creature, is my Sheppard, and I shall not want. I lie in green pastures, and dwell in a sure and peaceable dwelling place. Abundantly I give, for abundantly I receive, and all my desires find me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-1569178343275695741?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/1569178343275695741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sista-affirmations_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1569178343275695741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1569178343275695741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sista-affirmations_28.html' title='Sista Affirmations'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKJvDcanGHI/AAAAAAAABAY/m6W-qq7rzNY/s72-c/KIM+LOVING+ME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-1871089133281698743</id><published>2010-09-27T20:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:49:56.536-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Poem by Bernadette Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKFIc3AH-TI/AAAAAAAABAQ/835JqdrUS_Y/s1600/Bernadette+Marie+Fidler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521774278770948402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKFIc3AH-TI/AAAAAAAABAQ/835JqdrUS_Y/s320/Bernadette+Marie+Fidler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I would give you&lt;br /&gt;If I could but touch your face in a gentle sweet caress&lt;br /&gt;would you know the purest feeling with my heart put to test?&lt;br /&gt;If I could fashion wings for you that you may be so free&lt;br /&gt;not shackled by the world's demands&lt;br /&gt;of an artist's deepest need....&lt;br /&gt;Everything I would give you love,&lt;br /&gt;a safe fortressed garden&lt;br /&gt;and lodge with which to live&lt;br /&gt;To share with all those close to you....and I'd more to give.&lt;br /&gt;I would give you velvet and yards and yards of brocade&lt;br /&gt;So that you may rest your weary head in a manner for King's be laid.&lt;br /&gt;If my lips could touch yours once&lt;br /&gt;a song from you would tell&lt;br /&gt;that love this true cannot be planned&lt;br /&gt;ah it's been written well....&lt;br /&gt;I long for you to press your face&lt;br /&gt;into my long thick hair perfumed,&lt;br /&gt;and hear your heart betray you&lt;br /&gt;to love me please be doomed.&lt;br /&gt;I would care for your heart like a precious circlet&lt;br /&gt;handed down so long&lt;br /&gt;and love you til you see galaxies&lt;br /&gt;with all its angels thronged...&lt;br /&gt;To Ville who inspires me&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Copyright © Bernadette Marie (7bernadette7@heartagram.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-1871089133281698743?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/1871089133281698743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/poem-by-bernadette-marie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1871089133281698743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1871089133281698743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/poem-by-bernadette-marie.html' title='Poem by Bernadette Marie'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKFIc3AH-TI/AAAAAAAABAQ/835JqdrUS_Y/s72-c/Bernadette+Marie+Fidler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-1745904137563116809</id><published>2010-09-27T12:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T12:09:11.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sista Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKDPS7xAOzI/AAAAAAAABAI/-2rKsdFyUBY/s1600/Shana+Brown...+City-data.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521641067344050994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKDPS7xAOzI/AAAAAAAABAI/-2rKsdFyUBY/s320/Shana+Brown...+City-data.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo By Shana Brown CityData.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m putting on the sunshine…&lt;br /&gt;So wear your shades…&lt;br /&gt;My brightness may blind you today…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-1745904137563116809?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/1745904137563116809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sista-quotes_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1745904137563116809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1745904137563116809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sista-quotes_27.html' title='Sista Quotes'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TKDPS7xAOzI/AAAAAAAABAI/-2rKsdFyUBY/s72-c/Shana+Brown...+City-data.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-4135332126608102424</id><published>2010-09-26T11:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:58:10.868-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>TORN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TJ97VV0vIPI/AAAAAAAABAA/f4TC8H4cs5c/s1600/Eddie+Long.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TJ97VV0vIPI/AAAAAAAABAA/f4TC8H4cs5c/s320/Eddie+Long.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521267274745323762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing this were over, &lt;br /&gt;Although it just began,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m wondering why I feel as if, I am the victim.&lt;br /&gt;I’m far from the faithful follower,  &lt;br /&gt;Far from the armchair Christian,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the news of this ruse makes me feel used.&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the distance, watching from the shore,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure those involve feel emotional raped and torn.&lt;br /&gt;Praying for my fellow man… &lt;br /&gt;Wishing this were over, &lt;br /&gt;Although it just began…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-4135332126608102424?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/4135332126608102424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/torn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4135332126608102424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4135332126608102424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/torn.html' title='TORN'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TJ97VV0vIPI/AAAAAAAABAA/f4TC8H4cs5c/s72-c/Eddie+Long.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-6845063859882119990</id><published>2010-09-26T10:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T10:57:46.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Understanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TJ9so7g2I4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/bzsOD_8HfLA/s1600/humpty-dumpty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521251118605542274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TJ9so7g2I4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/bzsOD_8HfLA/s200/humpty-dumpty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Art by Grace Slick:http://www.limelightagency.com/Grace-Slick/artwork-gallery/wonderland/humpty-dumpty.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Humpty Dumpty Sat on the Wall….&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty Had a GREAT Fall…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heard them say:&lt;br /&gt;Cry loud spare not...&lt;br /&gt;Innocent or Guilt&lt;br /&gt;Don't Refrain&lt;br /&gt;Lessons are to be Gained&lt;br /&gt;Pedestals sometimes Break,&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty shared this fate&lt;br /&gt;And all the Kings’ men… are subject to Sin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-6845063859882119990?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/6845063859882119990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/art-by-grace-slickhttpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6845063859882119990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6845063859882119990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/art-by-grace-slickhttpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TJ9so7g2I4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/bzsOD_8HfLA/s72-c/humpty-dumpty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-1739559237453374151</id><published>2010-09-24T18:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T18:24:58.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affirmation'/><title type='text'>Sista Affirmations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TJ0zPICuVJI/AAAAAAAAA_o/DEeuLktKSzI/s1600/KIM+LOVING+ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TJ0zPICuVJI/AAAAAAAAA_o/DEeuLktKSzI/s400/KIM+LOVING+ME.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520625053176059026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey of conscious creation is the best... &lt;br /&gt;I will no longer pray amiss... &lt;br /&gt;My feelings/emotions are the barometer of what I should hold on to, or discard.  &lt;br /&gt;My daily affirmations strengthen my resolve... &lt;br /&gt;I am that I am, and all that I desire to achieve...  &lt;br /&gt;I ask with pure intent, knowing all will manifest in perfect timing.  &lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for all that now is, and is to come.  &lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-1739559237453374151?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/1739559237453374151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sista-affirmations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1739559237453374151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1739559237453374151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sista-affirmations.html' title='Sista Affirmations'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TJ0zPICuVJI/AAAAAAAAA_o/DEeuLktKSzI/s72-c/KIM+LOVING+ME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-1384827089079356341</id><published>2010-09-24T13:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T13:56:24.402-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affirmation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>My Future is Bright &amp; Beautiful and I am Awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TJz0QYNIPXI/AAAAAAAAA_g/p2-motz4D9w/s1600/KIM+BY+KEVIN.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520555805461986674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TJz0QYNIPXI/AAAAAAAAA_g/p2-motz4D9w/s400/KIM+BY+KEVIN.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now awaken, to see my way,&lt;br /&gt;I know my future welcomes me with bright and beautiful days,&lt;br /&gt;days of peace, joy and harmony,&lt;br /&gt;days of laughter, passion, and intimacy,&lt;br /&gt;days of bright smiles, loving arms and him who loves me, as I love me…&lt;br /&gt;My future is bright and beautiful, and I am awake…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-1384827089079356341?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/1384827089079356341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-future-is-bright-beautiful-and-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1384827089079356341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1384827089079356341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-future-is-bright-beautiful-and-i-am.html' title='My Future is Bright &amp; Beautiful and I am Awake'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TJz0QYNIPXI/AAAAAAAAA_g/p2-motz4D9w/s72-c/KIM+BY+KEVIN.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-1258887147427414176</id><published>2010-09-23T02:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T02:19:20.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just loving these rethink possible ... commercials....</title><content type='html'>"&lt;object width="320" height="195"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EhQitYGuBk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EhQitYGuBk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="never" width="320" height="195" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-1258887147427414176?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/1258887147427414176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-loving-these-rethink-possible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1258887147427414176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1258887147427414176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-loving-these-rethink-possible.html' title='Just loving these rethink possible ... commercials....'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-1865475477983421274</id><published>2010-09-20T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T11:40:37.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisdom'/><title type='text'>Create Consciously</title><content type='html'>Just as we count or measure our steps, on the fast track to fitness, let us count and measure our words. Today, let’s take note of the number of positive conversations we initiate or engage in.  Let us become conscious of our thoughts, and the words we speak…  Today let’s be mindful, understanding the words we speak today, will create our tomorrows, so create consciously.  ~Sista&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-1865475477983421274?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/1865475477983421274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/create-consciously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1865475477983421274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1865475477983421274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/create-consciously.html' title='Create Consciously'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-2814375846737795665</id><published>2010-09-15T21:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:02:29.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patience'/><title type='text'>Hairstory... 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(A Pictures Worth A Thousand Words)'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-8631273727587176912</id><published>2010-09-12T18:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T12:19:46.913-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Uhmmm, just a thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TI1nlcZm7DI/AAAAAAAAA-4/8DsGRGl4UzE/s1600/doorway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516179011575147570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TI1nlcZm7DI/AAAAAAAAA-4/8DsGRGl4UzE/s320/doorway.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I tried to recall what I thought before I learned what I now know, but knowing keeps me from retrieving what I formally knew, before this knowing. I know you will understand (MPH)2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MPH)2: Yeah, actually I do. I wonder if it’s possible to do though, because you can't unlearn so to speak. As they say you can't un-see what has been seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Perhaps once the conscious expands, and that which was known, at one level of consciousness, yields to, or surrenders to a new level of conscious-knowing, perhaps then the former knowing,(understanding thought) becomes irretrievable and forgotten; therefore lending to that saying “former thought has passed away, and new thought stands in its place”.&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmm, just a thought…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MPH)2: I'm pretty sure it’s a good thing in retrospect that we can't go back to a previous, (for lack of better word, at the moment), lesser way of thinking. Because if we could go back, there is also the possibility we could become stuck there. Visualize an old rundown building (old thoughts), you vacate for a new upgraded dwelling, (new thoughts, new perception, new knowing), the old building is no longer safe.&lt;br /&gt;The floors are caving, the roof is collapsing, and God knows what else.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it’s more beneficial to keep moving forward, to upgrade from the old to the new... In our thoughts, (as to have a safer and better understanding of the world), it makes sense that we cannot go back, except to reflect on what we have learned; the lessons of the past as they apply in the usage of our new experiences(future), or else our growth was for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Knowing what I know makes time now. Knowing what is now, what was (yet is) and what is all a wonderful journey to all that is and will be. Knowing what I know, is what I knew expanded to all I know now. It is a change in consciousness allowing all, which is exciting, knowing what is now what I know. When I know what I know, "when" is now, knowing what I know. (lol lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎(MPH) 2: @angel wow, well said lol...now I ponder do I know enuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: ‎@ Michael we are humans becoming...we know all we need to know as knowing is all that is knowing....Simply, you know enough. You need to know that you know. Then you will know that you know all that is now, all that was and is and is, is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I have taught you well my two grasshoppers... Now you know what you need to know, to go where you need to go… to find what you need to find to continue your growth.  Your knowing is the beginning of a deeper, greater, more expansive understanding of that which you once knew, and have always known, but had to be awakened to. &lt;br /&gt;Now in the awakening of your knowing, and the limitless resources of your creative thoughts, you can and will now appreciate what was meant when Jesus said I and my father are one.  Now that you know, you know, you and only you can create the life you desire. For greater is the knowing, understand, and creative ability in you, than that which is in the world… You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MPH) 2: Yeah. I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-8631273727587176912?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/8631273727587176912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/uhmmm-just-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8631273727587176912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8631273727587176912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/uhmmm-just-thought.html' title='Uhmmm, just a thought...'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TI1nlcZm7DI/AAAAAAAAA-4/8DsGRGl4UzE/s72-c/doorway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-7886603915802308814</id><published>2010-09-12T15:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T16:19:15.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sista Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TI09JN0HJ2I/AAAAAAAAA-w/oSXwd4RvdxI/s1600/Perception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516132347135076194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TI09JN0HJ2I/AAAAAAAAA-w/oSXwd4RvdxI/s320/Perception.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it… &lt;br /&gt;Thought is conceived by thought, apprehended by thought, destroyed by thought,&lt;br /&gt;Thought is created, destroyed, and resurrected by thought.&lt;br /&gt;U are your thoughts, and your thoughts are the essence of who U are.&lt;br /&gt;“As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he”…   (KJV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 by Kim Daniel/ SistaSistaSister.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-7886603915802308814?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/7886603915802308814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sista-quotes_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/7886603915802308814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/7886603915802308814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sista-quotes_12.html' title='Sista Quotes'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TI09JN0HJ2I/AAAAAAAAA-w/oSXwd4RvdxI/s72-c/Perception.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-1911775540400043589</id><published>2010-09-08T09:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:56:42.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>PET PEA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIejT9uumPI/AAAAAAAAA-o/G4KHgpILyAw/s1600/telephone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514555832121858290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIejT9uumPI/AAAAAAAAA-o/G4KHgpILyAw/s320/telephone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What drives me crazy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are telemarketers now dialing my cell phone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as if dialing the land line was not enough…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAAAAAA!!! WHO GAVE OUT MY CELL NUMBER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And where do I find that darn do not call list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn’t anything sacred any more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-1911775540400043589?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/1911775540400043589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/pet-pea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1911775540400043589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/1911775540400043589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/pet-pea.html' title='PET PEA!!!'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIejT9uumPI/AAAAAAAAA-o/G4KHgpILyAw/s72-c/telephone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-4346278276018034441</id><published>2010-09-07T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:48:27.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sista Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIb5Clg-n1I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/TjnwzAcFdhg/s1600/choices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514368616587239250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIb5Clg-n1I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/TjnwzAcFdhg/s320/choices.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIb4jN16qhI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/ZZ_ovcbPZ0Q/s1600/choices.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before GOD was in me, I was in GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Before Life was breathe, I requested send me.&lt;br /&gt;Before my journey, I forgot what I knew.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I AM remembering that I once knew.&lt;br /&gt;Before GOD was in me, I was in GOD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-4346278276018034441?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/4346278276018034441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sista-quotes_8082.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4346278276018034441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/4346278276018034441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sista-quotes_8082.html' title='Sista Quotes'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIb5Clg-n1I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/TjnwzAcFdhg/s72-c/choices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-595065166534502399</id><published>2010-09-07T21:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:33:30.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sista Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIb132vt3kI/AAAAAAAAA-A/s9Yth8Xr52E/s1600/ice_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514365133699014210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIb132vt3kI/AAAAAAAAA-A/s9Yth8Xr52E/s320/ice_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love them till they love U...&lt;br /&gt;And if they never do...?&lt;br /&gt;Love them still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-595065166534502399?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/595065166534502399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sista-quotes_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/595065166534502399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/595065166534502399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sista-quotes_07.html' title='Sista Quotes'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIb132vt3kI/AAAAAAAAA-A/s9Yth8Xr52E/s72-c/ice_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-8778199520373347004</id><published>2010-09-07T14:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:25:28.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Understanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Campatibility:  The likelihood of Success or Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIaYmpIDlJI/AAAAAAAAA9o/BX3XEq_5wJw/s1600/pumphead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514262583403844754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIaYmpIDlJI/AAAAAAAAA9o/BX3XEq_5wJw/s400/pumphead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When seeking heart, lung, liver and other transplants, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is necessary the donor is compatible, on three levels of matching, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are the procedure is likely to fail.&lt;br /&gt;When seeking a life partner, friend, or mate, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is necessary to align oneself with someone who is compatible &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to one’s ideal/need of a giving, supportive, contributor of thoughts, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ideas, and spirituality, are the alliance is likely to fail.&lt;br /&gt;Physical attraction is not a viable conduit for measuring compatibility and longevity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Search beyond the seen for sustainable compatibility and success.&lt;br /&gt;Searching requires patience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-8778199520373347004?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/8778199520373347004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/campatibility-likelihood-of-success-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8778199520373347004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8778199520373347004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/campatibility-likelihood-of-success-or.html' title='Campatibility:  The likelihood of Success or Failure'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIaYmpIDlJI/AAAAAAAAA9o/BX3XEq_5wJw/s72-c/pumphead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-8290652608702708511</id><published>2010-09-03T21:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:37:03.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sista Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIaa2gZzM-I/AAAAAAAAA9w/AmLazUiUnVU/s1600/fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514265054963512290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIaa2gZzM-I/AAAAAAAAA9w/AmLazUiUnVU/s400/fishing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the most amazing encounters is watching my thoughts manifest before my eyes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am grateful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-8290652608702708511?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/8290652608702708511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sista-quotes_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8290652608702708511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8290652608702708511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sista-quotes_03.html' title='Sista Quotes'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIaa2gZzM-I/AAAAAAAAA9w/AmLazUiUnVU/s72-c/fishing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-2607017083516939648</id><published>2010-09-02T02:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T02:29:59.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sista Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TH9Rz91dh0I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/L3mN0I_HbKY/s1600/images+wind+blows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512214422138750786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TH9Rz91dh0I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/L3mN0I_HbKY/s400/images+wind+blows.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Without soul, we are but dust, tossed to and fro, at the mercy of every wind that blows, but by the breath of GOD’s spirit, we became living souls…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-2607017083516939648?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/2607017083516939648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sista-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2607017083516939648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/2607017083516939648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/09/sista-quotes.html' title='Sista Quotes'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TH9Rz91dh0I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/L3mN0I_HbKY/s72-c/images+wind+blows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-6993356460697263686</id><published>2010-08-28T11:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:42:41.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sista Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIb4A_Ix6yI/AAAAAAAAA-I/uccYR7M4exE/s1600/doorway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514367489593699106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIb4A_Ix6yI/AAAAAAAAA-I/uccYR7M4exE/s400/doorway.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIadgFIT4fI/AAAAAAAAA94/V8wck_D0AHk/s1600/choices.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It matters not,&lt;br /&gt;That you knew not,&lt;br /&gt;For ignorance is equivalent to knowing without doing,&lt;br /&gt;Thus the wages are the same. ~Sista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-6993356460697263686?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/6993356460697263686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/08/sista-quotes_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6993356460697263686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6993356460697263686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/08/sista-quotes_28.html' title='Sista Quotes'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TIb4A_Ix6yI/AAAAAAAAA-I/uccYR7M4exE/s72-c/doorway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-3990607114671745632</id><published>2010-08-26T02:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T03:11:03.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><title type='text'>AM I MY BROTHER'S KEEPER...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/THYhVl69qcI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/bMIfSZ8bM9Q/s1600/scrabble+help+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509627848974772674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/THYhVl69qcI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/bMIfSZ8bM9Q/s400/scrabble+help+me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ChicagoTribune.com:Death of infant twins ruled homicide; mother charged;&lt;br /&gt;CNN.COM: What drives a mother to kill;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This was a difficult read; four children forever gone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Two story’s, just a few days apart, another mother takes the life of her children, ages 2 and 1. Devean and Ja’avan Duley died by strangulation, at the hand of their mother, just 4 days after Kimora and Kamari Roberson, were found lifeless and neglected.&lt;br /&gt;These acts are not mere coincident, they are however, the wounded cries of a society that has lost its way. It is reported; every three day’s a child dies at the hands of, his or her parent/s, be it neglect, or abuse.&lt;br /&gt;Are we our brother's keeper...? Yes we are… and somehow, we must find a way to stop the madness. We cannot continue to close our eyes, and turn our heads in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;Our young men and women are screaming for help, and we don’t hear them… We are waiting for them to mouthed 911, emergency, help me I have fallen, however we will never hear a word, for their screams are their behavior, and their actions, are our only clue. Our young adults are lost, and hurting, wounded by fear, and crippled by pain. They seek love, affection and acceptance, and find lust, confusion, and unwanted pregnancy, and then the children suffer. We must awaken, and understand we have been given a command, to love our neighbors as ourselves. These children and their mothers were someone’s neighbor, family member, or friend… May GOD meet these women where they are, and supply them the aid, they undoubtedly need…&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-3990607114671745632?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/3990607114671745632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/08/am-i-my-brothers-keeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3990607114671745632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3990607114671745632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/08/am-i-my-brothers-keeper.html' title='AM I MY BROTHER&apos;S KEEPER...?'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/THYhVl69qcI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/bMIfSZ8bM9Q/s72-c/scrabble+help+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-3433821811815968857</id><published>2010-08-18T17:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:55:55.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>If I Could Not Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TGxjchytR8I/AAAAAAAAA9A/If8tiOeYzy0/s1600/dream_a_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506885786125813698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TGxjchytR8I/AAAAAAAAA9A/If8tiOeYzy0/s320/dream_a_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;If I could not fail,&lt;br /&gt;I would master the art of lucid dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;I would take all the necessary steps to become a master teacher,&lt;br /&gt;teaching and inspiring all those seeking to be awakened.&lt;br /&gt;If I could not fail,&lt;br /&gt;I would own my own land, farm,&lt;br /&gt;preserving and selling all my own goods,&lt;br /&gt;in my own general store, in some small town in rural America.&lt;br /&gt;If I could not fail,&lt;br /&gt;I would be a master photographer,&lt;br /&gt;displaying my art like priceless jewels,&lt;br /&gt;owning my own photo-gallery.&lt;br /&gt;If I could not fail,&lt;br /&gt;I would build a solar and wind powered home to live in,&lt;br /&gt;and have the utility companies pay me!&lt;br /&gt;If I could not fail,&lt;br /&gt;I would become a light weight female body builder,&lt;br /&gt;and make the Guinness Book of World Records,&lt;br /&gt;due to my heart defect.&lt;br /&gt;If I could not fail,&lt;br /&gt;I would find, marry, and grow old,&lt;br /&gt;sharing all these experiences, and accomplishments,&lt;br /&gt;with the man who loves me, as I love him.&lt;br /&gt;If I could not fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-3433821811815968857?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/3433821811815968857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-i-could-not-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3433821811815968857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3433821811815968857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-i-could-not-fail.html' title='If I Could Not Fail'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TGxjchytR8I/AAAAAAAAA9A/If8tiOeYzy0/s72-c/dream_a_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-8262065975295846987</id><published>2010-08-18T15:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:52:02.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sista Quotes'/><title type='text'>No shame in knowing your worth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TGxHuY4TGnI/AAAAAAAAA84/sHQFhPhOyh4/s1600/Field+of+purple+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TGxHuY4TGnI/AAAAAAAAA84/sHQFhPhOyh4/s320/Field+of+purple+flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506855306645412466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5.25pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'sans-serif';font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;In my Shug Avery voice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“No not vain, just wanting to share a good thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think it just pisses GOD off”,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For us to walk through life’s fields of fertile potential, and don’t notice the creative potential within ourselves. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s not vain to know your worth, and want to share a good thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5.25pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'sans-serif';font-size:12pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5.25pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'sans-serif';font-size:12pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5.25pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'sans-serif';font-size:12pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Copyright ©2010 Kim Daniel/SistaSistaSister.blogspot.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5.25pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'sans-serif';font-size:12pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All Rights Reserved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-8262065975295846987?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/8262065975295846987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-shame-in-knowing-your-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8262065975295846987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/8262065975295846987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-shame-in-knowing-your-worth.html' title='No shame in knowing your worth...'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TGxHuY4TGnI/AAAAAAAAA84/sHQFhPhOyh4/s72-c/Field+of+purple+flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-3214891442702829476</id><published>2010-08-18T00:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:50:00.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Photo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TGt0YDkrI4I/AAAAAAAAA8w/-LH0Rpe3Hjo/s1600/kimage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506622926015374210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TGt0YDkrI4I/AAAAAAAAA8w/-LH0Rpe3Hjo/s320/kimage5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my favorite photo...&lt;br /&gt;It was taken after my second open heart surgery at age 5. It was the end of the school day. Momma and I were returning home, after my long stay in the hospital. But first she needed to stop by the school; I think to see what she needed for me to return to school. Momma learned the school was having picture day. The kindergarten teacher told Momma the photographer was packing up. She was sure he was done for the day. Momma asked when he would return, the teacher said next year. So with me in tow, Momma raced to find the photographer. Me, still dressed in my hospital clothes, Momma asked the photographer if he would take my picture. The photographer took one look at Momma, and then at me, and with a kind smile, he said yes. Momma asked if he would give her time to run home so I could change my clothes...and again the gentleman smiled and said yes.&lt;br /&gt;At home, Momma snatched this brand-new dress down from the closet, price-tag, and plastic still on. With a quick wash-up and change, we were back at the school. The photographer was true to his word.&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks later October 17, 1971, wearing the same dress, with Momma watching as I cross the street heading to school, a car jumped the curb hitting me, causing two broken ribs, a gash in my forehead, and temporary paralyzes. Needless to say I never saw this dress again for either, the doctors, attendants, or paramedics had cut me out of my beautiful new dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-3214891442702829476?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/3214891442702829476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-favorite-photo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3214891442702829476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/3214891442702829476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-favorite-photo.html' title='My Favorite Photo...'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TGt0YDkrI4I/AAAAAAAAA8w/-LH0Rpe3Hjo/s72-c/kimage5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-6934124715095078817</id><published>2010-08-12T15:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:12:38.588-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Understanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>THE MOVIE "INCEPTION"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TGRUR_OPLdI/AAAAAAAAA8o/tRqu_eoETws/s1600/inception_teaser_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504617312559246802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TGRUR_OPLdI/AAAAAAAAA8o/tRqu_eoETws/s320/inception_teaser_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After years of novice attempts to understand lucid dreaming, and the complexities of human consciousness, I have finally had the opportunity to view a movie, which tackles these subjects with depth and creativity. This movie addresses the intrinsic perplexities of the subconscious, demonstrating the over lapping worlds we build as we sleep. I will be buying the movie... “Inception”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015233194958668049-6934124715095078817?l=sistasistasister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/feeds/6934124715095078817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/08/movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6934124715095078817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015233194958668049/posts/default/6934124715095078817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistasistasister.blogspot.com/2010/08/movie.html' title='THE MOVIE &quot;INCEPTION&quot;'/><author><name>Sista SistaSister</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100078374360371543656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTGkvmW--dc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/w-wEHVHomzU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXCmVSkNh3s/TGRUR_OPLdI/AAAAAAAAA8o/tRqu_eoETws/s72-c/inception_teaser_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015233194958668049.post-4793080217875284842</id><published>2010-08-12T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:53:40.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sista Quotes</title><content type='html'>If the mirror is never place before us, we never fully see the image we are projecting.&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2010 Kim R. 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