Minding My Soul Moments…

Good Morning, rise, and grind. Rest and breathe. Whatever your heart needs today, that is what you do. I want to take a moment to encourage you to mind your soul. It’s your business what you do, but there are moments where your soul needs you. So I leave you with a little encouragement. I hope that you can take solace in this small moment.

“Every wound or broken piece of your life is an occasion to experience the Most High Yah in a way you could not experience Him if all was well.” – Tehilayah

There are a thousand things taking place around us at all times, things are seen, some unseen. In every situation we encounter in this life there is a lesson.

Healing does not come without first having a wound. Healing is a process that we try to often rush. The well doesn’t need to be healed. The sick, however long the process, need help. Sometimes, we walk around not knowing that we are sick. The diagnoses are handed to us and we realize that we have been walking around sick for awhile. It’s crushing. The first question is, how? We check off these little imaginary boxes. These boxes say, “but I…”. We then began to recognize it in our interactions and our quiet moments alone. We see hindsight that we have mismanaged our souls.

A wound is often a sign that we need to slow down. Example time. My daughter asked for a skateboard. She always does all the research before she brings anything to my husband and me. She had no problem making her case and of course, we got her a skateboard. She watched countless videos on how to ride. The day comes, “Mom, can I ride my skateboard?”, she says. My response, “have fun, be careful.” Well, a few moments later she comes back tears in her eyes. “What happened”, I ask. “I was going to fast and got too close to the rocks, I hurt my leg”.

I realized something as I was being a nurse mom. For her to begin the healing process she had to be still. She had to allow me to care for her. I had to clean and dress the wound and she had to be still and experience the love and care she needed. LESSON!!!

The first part of healing is being still. It’s in those still moments where the Most High is caring and nurturing you.

Be still, and know that I am Yah; I am exalted among nations, I am exalted in the earth! (Psalms) 46:10

I hope this has been an encouraging and uplifting moment for you to mind your soul.

Remember that we are all but shattered Mirrors looking to mend our images.

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Who Am I…

Hello lovely people!!!

Thats right its Sunday and since we are all in our homes trying to stay safe and healthy, I figured that I drop a poem for you all. There is a challenge that is happening across Instagram and Facebook called the, “Who Am I Challenge”. The idea is for all poets to write a poem and upload a video onto either platform with you performing it. If you are tagged by a poet you have 24 hours to respond with our poem. I was not tagged I wanted to jump right in there and shoot my shot. So I did.

Here is a video of my poem, “Who am I”…

So, WHO ARE YOU!!

Let’s keep this thing going! Post your Who Am I poem!!

If you post a poem on Instagram and or Facebook make sure you link it under #whoamichallenge!!

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Newness

Every morning you paint the sky a new masterpiece. At dawn your mercy new. At dusk your favor poured out.

Everyday you water the ground and nurture the earth a new harvest. A new first, a new beginning.

Will you paint me a masterpiece? Awaken a new dawn in me for mercy to dwell in? Pour out your favor on my setting?

Water me, nurture me and I will be a new harvest, a first and a beginning.

-Tehilayah

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©2019 Tehilayah Ysrayl

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Goals…

I hope everyone is well. That life has giving you smiles even in storms. I made a goal to post more blogs this year and for certain I plan to keep that goal. As you can see I said, I plan. Funny how plans change.

“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” -John Lennon

Plans

A list of steps with details and timing requirements, used to acheive a goal.

We all have them. We plan this and we plan that. We build up these intentions and they are just that intentions. They are our, “almost made it, but… Life happened and that’s okay.

We don’t have to make excuses. Let your yes be yes and your no be no. If you cant make that goal. Scratch it out your calendar and make another one. Why give an excuse to yourself. Makes no sense. Be true to you. If you can’t do it, you cant do it. Don’t feel bad about it.

So what am I saying? I don’t always stick too the plans in my calendar. In fact I believe the most high Yah’s plans always prevail. So no longer will I feel bad about missed goals. I know that there was a better goal in mind that I had yet to even ponder. Maybe I needed to brainstorm a little more. Maybe my vision was to small or maybe it was too big and I needed to downsize. Whatever it is, I’m trying to not be so hard on myself for missed goals. Sometimes you need to make a goal to make a goal, if that makes any sense.

So yes, I will blog more. However, I will not pressure myself our feel bad when I don’t. Neither should you. So far I think I’m on a roll this year.

Never forget to celebrate the small victories!

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Sojourners…

We traveled too far from home
Passed the gates of refuge onto
The path connected to our demise
Too far from Edens gate
We ate from the hands of poison
Away from nourishment and pureness
Away from fruit that kept us
Now we fight against hunger pains
And being fools
Yes, we traveled too far from home
We till this flesh creating a new man
transformed from the dust of this ground
Instead the wind blows us to and fro
Dust we keep returning
Repeating the same sins and hiding from the call of his voice
Too afraid to meet him face to face
So we cover our freedom with captive coats of skin
Yes we’ve travelled too far from home

©2018 Tehilayah Ysrayl

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Poetry Never Stops

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As we know National Poetry Month 2018 ended a couple of days ago. Does that mean that poetry should not be celebrated? Should we tuck it away until April 2019? Should we stop it all together? No, poetry never ends, it goes on. It’s in the very fabric of our beings and we find poetry in everything. It’s in the way a mother looks at her children. The way a baby opens his eyes to hear the voice of his father for the first time. Its how grandpa and grandma hold hands like their love is sprouting anew. Poetry is in the caress of the wind on a hot summers day. Poetry is___________.

You can fill that in with whatever you desire and call it “Poetry.”

Vulnerability

Vulnerability is one of the important parts of poetry. It’s a moment of truth. The definition of vulnerable is the capability of being physically or emotionally wounded (source: Merriam Webster). Poets are sometimes people with a heavy past, and that’s okay! Matter of fact that’s great because you have something to speak about. In speaking about it in a poetic way you can bring about healing. You allow yourself to be vulnerable and open to not only yourself but for others.

Currently, I have some poetry work in process. Be on the lookout for that. (That’s my 1-second plug, lol). Now back to what we are discussing.

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I have a poem that for me, is my truth. It’s pain seen through my eyes but I know I am not the only one with a story like this. We all are connected some way or another. The poem, however, doesn’t shed a good light on a situation and or person. Initially, this poem was a part of the work and I removed it. I felt as if I would stir up old wounds and cause strife in some relationships. I was so bent out of shape about it that I was ready to throw the baby out with the bath water. I was ready to call the whole thing quits. I felt like someone was placing duck tape over my mouth to shut me up. So, I took it out! I even sought advice from a dear friend who suggested that I write it in 3rd person.

I pondered it. I started to rewrite and I paused. But again, poetry doesn’t stop because I did. I sought out some more wisdom. Wisdom said, “Don’t leave it out, that’s your truth. Never let anyone silence your truth.” That was what I needed to hear, never silence your truth! So yes, I am going to put it back in the work because the words must go on. Stains need to be left on the lines. Healing needs to come forth. The funny thing about healing is that you first have to have a wound. That wound is the vulnerability. Find that vulnerability and let the pen bleed.

Remember that poetry never stops we just stop being vulnerable. We find a way to cover up that vulnerability with steel (which is more like aluminum foil, because aluminum foil cant protect that heart of yours, lol). We have been lead to believe that being vulnerable is weak. But vulnerability is a strength. Its because you’re not afraid to stand in the face of whatever pain you have and demand it’s exit. That vulnerability is what makes great poetry. My husband always tells me, “leave it all on the page.” So, I will carry on that wisdom to you. Never let anyone silence your truths and leave it all on the page.

Poetry can’t stop and won’t stop!

Until next time beautiful people, leave No Line Left Behind. Peace!

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me.

Like any journey there are uncertainties. But how would we know what the journey holds if we do not at least try to experience it? Introductions are always awkward and sometimes uneasy so we will just jump into it.

My name is Tehilayah (pronounced, Te-hil -la -yah). Simple right? My name means, “Song of Praise to Yah”. Can you believe that I like singing? Yes, I sing everything. I make everything a song. For example, I sang instructions to my children to get ready for bed. Yes, there was a whole song. I personally thought it was cool but the look on my children’s faces said otherwise. It’s the side of me that’s goofy and carefree. I am a wife to an amazing and supportive man who pushes me to step out my comfort zones. Sometimes I can be a bit stubborn but I have learned that after 15 years of him pushing me, he has never failed me.

But on to the most important thing about me. That’s what we are all here for, right? Well, I am a Poet. No Line Left Behind is about leaving it on the page. No matter the feeling, pain or passion, we leave it on the page. No line is left behind here. So buckle up and get ready. There are no filters here just ink on paper or in this case, keystrokes on screens.

Conception

Do not expect me to be silent, however

I do not need a mic to speak

I am impregnated with thoughts

I can birth words through these hips

My birthing stool be a notepad

These pains wont let me go

Dripping blood from my pen

I am leaving traces that stains the lines

© 2018 Tehilayah Ysrayl

Be on the look out for more poetry. So until the next time leave “No Line Left Behind”.