ALL THAT MATTERS…

It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.
-Henry David Thoreau-

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BLOGGER RECOGNITION AWARD ***GRATEFUL***

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It is nice to receive awards…..BUT they are work. Recently, Christian of https://christiansweightsuccess.net/ was kind enough to nominate me for the Blogger Recognition Award. His site is one of those must visit sites if nothing more than the motivation that you can get from what he has done. This man has managed to transform himself from fat to fit. That transformation had to be much more than a physical one. Can you imagine the mental transformation? Anyway, I’m really GRATEFUL that he nominated me for this award. I think this is my 2nd time being nominated for this award. I’m posting the song GRATEFUL by Hezekiah Walker because I am ever so grateful. Here are the rules (please forgive me if I somehow manage to break them).
RULES:
• Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
• Write a post to show your award.
• Give a brief story of how your blog started.
• Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
• Select 15 other bloggers you want to give this award to.
• Comment on each blog and let them know you have nominated
 them and provide the link to the post you created.

Studiotj was created mainly to inject some positivity into the lives of anyone who dared to come and visit. I am very appreciative for every visitor, every comment, and all of the love that I have experienced since joining the WordPress family. There are MANY sites that I could nominate but today, here is my list. Please try and visit them. There is a great deal of inspiration, education, and love that I get from each of them.

-My advice to new bloggers is:
Be true to yourself and have fun!
-Find your voice and be careful not to pay too much attention to the stats.

And the nominees are……………………………………….

https://beholdinghimministries.org
https://seekthebestblog.com
https://wordsinthelight.wordpress.com
https://phoebemd.com
https://intrudesite.wordpress.com
http://logicalquotes.com
https://mykynla.blog
https://thoughtsofsheryl.blog
https://sacredtouches.com
https://the-italian-thing.com
https://roxymoto.co.uk
https://ajeetsinghdhruv.wordpress.com
https://barsetshirediaries.wordpress.com
https://alifelesslivedblog.wordpress.com
https://athomaspointofview.com
https://reconstructingmyself.wordpress.com

WISDOM SPEAKS

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This morning’s sermon was about wisdom. The pastor spoke about seeking wisdom. I found this quote about wisdom online. It is by Oprah. This is what I call deep………..REAL DEEP…….and yet, it is quite simple.

“From every wound
There is a scar,
And every scar
Tells a story
A story that says
“I have survived”

“Turn your wounds
Into wisdom”

-Oprah Winfrey-

SUNDAY MORNING PRAISE

“He Has His Hands On You” (with lyrics) by Marvin Sapp is one of those songs that I could listen to all day. Listen to the lyrics and how masterfully this song is put together. The song has been out since around 2013 but this is a great song. Hopefully it will help to usher the spirit into your day….

Isaiah 48:13-14King James Version (KJV)

13 Mine hand also hath laid the foundation of the earth, and my right hand hath spanned the heavens: when I call unto them, they stand up together.

FRIDAY HAPPY HOUR

I know y’all remember this classic by Bobby McFerrin called “Don’t Worry Be Happy.” The song has such a catchy tune and it was played all over the world….all the time when it was released in 1988. This was the first a cappella song to reach number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. It stayed there for two weeks. They played this song so much that I really got sick of it then. But, not that I don’t hear it 50 times a day, I can certainly appreciate how memorable of a song it is. I’m posting it today for you to get the message:
“Don’t Worry Be Happy.”

TURNING AROUND…….

Today is Friday and a great relief for some. I think a lot of us look forward to the end of the week so that we can begin our weekend of rest, hanging out with family, being away from work, or whatever means of relaxation that the weekend brings. A couple of days ago I met a lady at work who had a defeated look on her face. I asked her what was bothering her. She said that she was having a bad day. I told that I did not believer her. She asked why. I suggested to her that perhaps she had had a bad moment but certainly not a bad day. She smiled and thanked me for putting her “moment” in perspective. I think that’s exactly what we all need from time to time…someone to help us to put it all in perspective (shifting the paradigm). When I woke up this morning, loyal reader A. Renae had sent me the above song in my in-box. This song “Turning Around For Me” by Vashawn Mitchell does just that. Despite what you’re going through, as one blogger so eloquently states at the end of every post…..”this too shall pass.” I hope your weekend is great!!! Keep it in your mind that it’s…………… “Turning Around For Me.”

LET AMERICA BE AMERICA AGAIN [BLACK HISTORY POEM]

***I am proud to say that this is my 1000th post on studiotj.***

This is a poem by one of my favorite poets, Langston Hughes. I don’t think there’s been a Black History Month, since I’ve been a blogger, that I did not post something about this iconic poet during this month.
Today I’m presenting this poem:

Let America Be America Again – Poem by Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed–
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek–
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean–
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today–O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home–
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay–
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again–
The land that never has been yet–
And yet must be–the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine–the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME–
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose–
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath–
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain–
All, all the stretch of these great green states–
And make America again!

Langston Hughes