The Aloe Vera plant these days is popular and commercially well-known.
When I was around fourteen, the plant was not as widespread by mainstream and heard of by everyone.
My mother and I used to purchase Aloe from the Nursery many years ago.
The plant is, of course, a natural healing remedy- great for burns, cuts and scars. The juice of the plant is also good for providing health in maintaining overall soothing and integrity of the skin.
There were a host of activities I was involved in from childhood on up.
At about seven or eight years of age I knew how to play quite a few card games including Bid Whist (that some used to call Big Wisk), Five Hundred Rummy.
Later, it was spades and so on. My mother taught me early.
I remember a time our cousins came up from down south Virginia to spend a week or two with us in New York.
My grandmother’s niece was disappointed that I taught my older thirteen-year-old cousin who was her son how to play Whist and he loved the card came.
He had never learned to play because his mother was trying to shelter him. It was her way of trying to raise her boy in a strict religious fashion.
I enjoyed the games my mother and I used to play together and with others when we had get-togethers.
Whether it was Dominoes, Backgammon, Monopoly, The Game of Life, Upwards, Boggle, Clue and the rest of pastimes that kept us pleasantly occupied we had a lot of engaging fun!
Last weekend, on one of the days of lovely, gorgeous weather. I stood in a serene environment of tall trees that adorned the area where I stood.
Above me, on a tree branch, stood a bird sounding out such an annoying loud continuous holler within its birdie language.
I looked up to catch a look.
This was a bird with a black face- yellow or tan beak from what I could see at a distance-with a predominant black coating with yellow mixed in on the sides and possibly on the tummy.
I do not usually see birds in this shade often. On rare occasions the Red Robin, Blue Jay, or Canary will show up somewhere.
Most of the time it is the usual black birds, gray, white or gray pigeons and so on.
I aimed to take a snapshot of this noisy bird that aggravated my ears to shortly disturb my peace.
I was not able to take a clear photo as the reflection of the sun drowned the view on the screen to my smartphone in addition to the bird having flown over to another branch, then onto another, to eventually disappear completely out of sight.
Feelings are powerful.
What you feel, when you feel, why you feel how you feel all play a part within our behavior at times.
While we do not always act upon our emotions, we are creatures who are inhibited by them or uninhibited by what we do not feel within or from them. Some have no emotion toward certain things.
Sound complicated?
What I am saying is that feelings, emotions can often lead us to react inwardly or outwardly but just because what strikes up emotion in one does not mean that will strike up those same feelings within another for the same reasons.
Yet, the intensity of emotion itself is uncontrollable as we cannot control what we do or do not feel.
I am all into being comfortable and relaxed. So much so that I love to let my boobies hang free.
I had gotten tired of wearing a bra years ago.
Bras will hold you up nicely, allowing one’s titties to prop prettily and appropriately.
Nevertheless, I will let my tits flop down if I feel like it- nipples may poke through yet that is how I may do- that is my prerogative. I always dress decently as I have a classy style of my own.
I wore a bra yesterday because I wore nothing but a T-shirt. I could not wait till the end of the day to go home and take that shit off as the bra itched so bad underneath.
I like bras, I have nothing against them but I also like comfortable/flexible breast that run mild and free the way they were meant to be.
My tits look a whole lot different uncovered in a shirt to when they hang bare. To me, they are cute and they are still youthful.
My naked breast is for my business.
Our bodies are nothing to be ashamed of when we are secure within ourselves, although everyone may not desire to share or show their “bare essentials” to the world.
I am not a self-conscious person I am one who must be free.
I had even gone some years without wearing any underwear/panties during my thirties. I, of course, would wear them during menstruation, but otherwise I just let my twat get plenty of fresh air and naturalization.
I returned to wearing underwear as I entered my forties.
People will smile in one another’s faces then talk about each other like dogs then call one another friends, or they are supposed to be friends.
I have seen and watched this among many, including family members, throughout my life.
As one naturally a loner who never looked for or depended upon friendships since I was never crazy about people in general, if or when people talked about me it did not matter.
People talk about people and tell lies about people every day- people they do not even personally know.
Either they assume things, make up things, or hear things through others (the grapevine) that may be unreliable yet they may want to believe or enjoy the nosy talk as it is within some people’s nature to do so.
It is fantastic to be aware but I never went around calling everyone who sometimes hung around or kept company a friend.
Instead, I called them associates.
Yes, everybody talks in one way or another at some time about someone or something, but not everyone is a gossip, rumor spreader, or slanderer out to spread harm.
Some merely have discussions while others are spiteful, deceitful and/or eager to hear or gather dirt.
I am an individual who does not need to talk behind one’s back. Whatever I do have to say when anyone is not around, I will tell one my words straight to their face.
Why be bothered with someone who one does not like or appreciate if one does not have to?
Some stick around others for the ulterior motives they may have such as to use them etc….
I did not get involved in nonsense/bullshit of that nature. Though I have seen plenty of it go on.
There is nothing wrong in instances when people come to tell you what someone said, spoke about, or heard about you. A lot of it is done in good faith with good intentions and one can learn and evaluate life situations as they come up in the world by being kept alert/informed, avoiding certain mistakes, preventing unfavorable situations, so on, and vice-versa.
But what is the point of those who claim to be friends when all they really do is dog one another out in all type of circumstances?
They are not really friends- genuine friends are not intentionally cold, hurtful, or malicious toward one another.
I stopped officially celebrating my birthday at twelve years of age, though, I still acknowledge the anniversary day of my birth.
I accept greetings and expressions of generosity from those who count or who kindly show their regard.
Yesterday I received a few cards and gifts from genuine people as I am particular in association.
I do not bother myself with or share any time over the phone or in person with just anyone.
I only deal with authentic people of substance.
In two more years, I will be 50- the big five-o!
Where did time go? I still have memories of when I was a kid and teen. Oh, how time can fly within the blink of an eye.
Even though years may seem long and some of us may live a long time here on earth- life here really is short.
I have a strong life force, a strong purpose.
God has kept me on this earth for a reason despite ominous events and envious people in the past who tried to alter my life (which is a battle many of us tackle when it comes to good versus evil in this universe).
Those fools were just a bunch of dust who were inevitably blown in the wind.
God has his angels continuously watching over and protecting me.
Daily Living, By Miss LaToya 