Thank you…

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Thank you for your encouragement throughout this year of spiritual metamorphosis.  365 days ago, I would have said, “You can’t get there from here,” but I did get here… one day at a time.

Our time has come, my Tribe of Diamonds, to Shine our Light into this world.  I understand more than ever that “We” are well able.
I am excited to watch us as we blossom into who we are called to be.  2013… lets go!

I love you,
Denitra Letrice

In This Moment…

In this moment, I grant myself liberty to be larger than the sum of my parts. No longer will I dismantle and dissect myself into the minute details of me. I acknowledge my Spirit rather than the condition of its container, for it is the Spirit that speaks to God’s real handiwork.

I give myself permission to be more than a smile, more than the rise of my breasts, more than the shape of my eyes. I give myself permission to be more than the tauntness of my belly, fullness of my behind, or the roundness of my thighs. Today, I am more than just my dress size.

Today, I speak love and kindness to myself, in a clear and loud voice so I can hear. I am patient when I am slow to start. I understand my hesitation so I will extend compassion to myself. I encourage myself to press on. I hold my own hand and walk through the valley of fear.

I extend myself larger than the judgments I pass upon me. I take pride in possessing my Spirit, my power, and my “just as I am” sexitivity.

I am whole. I breathe deeply and rest in this place. I am all of me, just as I should be at this moment in my race.

I encourage myself to try and try again. I applaud my efforts and leave the results up to what is held in God’s plan. In this moment, I honor God by appreciating me, just as I am… just as I should be.

Heavy Heart in CT

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I could absolutely care less who the guy was. Won’t give it one single second of time in my head. I am actively, even at this second, blotting his name and image and any thought of a possible motive from my mind. Now that I know he is dead and unable to harm anyone else, I do not care.

Could you please, tell me the names of the babies who were assassinated and the brave adults killed while trying to save them so I can pray for them each and everyone of them and their families by name? Your lives, my sons and daughters, my brothers and sisters were FAR MORE REMARKABLE AND NOTEWORTHY AND IMPORTANT than the instant of your death.

Tell me the names of every single teacher who tucked their students away and read books to them or hid them in closets to keep them safe so I can pray for them each and everyone of them and their families by name.

Tell me the names of the police officers who made the babies shield their eyes as they took them from the scene and through the valley of the shadow of death so I can pray for them each and everyone of them and their families by name.

THOSE are the names I want etched into my memory. THOSE are the names that should be legendary. THOSE are the names I want to remember. THOSE are the names I carry on my mind and in my heart.

Charlotte Bacon, 6
Daniel Barden, 7
Olivia Engel, 6
Josephine Gay, 7
Ana M. Marquez-Greene, 6
Dylan Hockley, 6
Madeleine F. Hsu, 6
Catherine V. Hubbard, 6
Chase Kowalski, 7
Jesse Lewis, 6
James Mattioli, 6
Grace McDonnell, 7
Emilie Parker, 6
Jack Pinto, 6
Noah Pozner, 6
Caroline Previdi, 6
Jessica Rekos, 6
Aveille Richman, 6
Benjamin Wheeler, 6
Allison N. Wyatt, 6
Rachel Davino, 29
Dawn Hochsprung, 47 (principal)
Anne Marie Murphy, 52
Lauren Russeau, 30 (substitute teacher)
Mary Sherlach, 56 (counselor)
Victoria Soto, 27 (teacher)

THESE ARE THE ONLY NAMES WE NEED REMEMBER!