We don’t like you!!One Flamingo said to the other…part 2

To Be Continued…

(We left off at this part of our story)

With their feathers ruffled as if they were taking flight, the boys took off running towards Franky’s back yard.

Freddy decided not to go because he was so mad at how rude his friends were. 😠😳

When the boys entered the gate their eyes almost popped out of their heads! Toys, a sand box, outside games, a swing set and at least ten other Flamingos. All GIRLS! And All different colors!💖💚💙💜💛

At first Ralph, Freddy’s best friend felt sad that Freddy didn’t come and began to turn around to beg him to join them.

Until, he spotted Franky slipping out the gate to go ask Freddy. Before she disappeared she paused, turned around and winked at Ralph. He smiled real big and went off to play in the sand box with Mabel the purple Flamingo.😉

To be continued…

Franky lightly pecked on the gate to Freddy’s back yard, as she began to tumble and fall into the gate. It flew open making a loud BANG, as it swung with great force. Due to Franky completeing a somersault, with head first and feet quickly following. She landed with a ‘SPLAT’ flat on her back, starring up at the gigantic cumulus clouds floating by.

When Freddy rushed over to check on his new friend, he noticed she had two long, pink & lime green, tubes tightly gripped in her beak. She may have taken a tumble, but she refused to ruin her new friends gift!

Freddy gently removed the funny shaped tubes from Franky’s beak and the two began to laugh, HYSTERICALLY! Before long they were both laughing so hard they were rolling on the ground, with tears in their eyes. They were holding their cheeks & tummies trying to ease their discomfort from the over abundance of laughter.

Between gasping for air and left over chuckles, Freddy asked Franky, “What were you trying to do? And what are these things?”

Recovering from her somersault and long outburst of laughter she replied with, “Bubbles! Those are bubble containers in our own colors! I was bringing them to blow bubbles with you and ask you to come to my house and play.”

The two of them rolled around a few minutes more, enjoying the moment of laughter and regaining their composure. Until both flamingos were silent, laying in the sunlite, not moving a muscle.

Freddy broke their silence by clearing his throat, as if he were about to make a declaration, he paused for a moment, then rolled towards Franky and said, “I don’t want to come to your yard to play. Not because I don’t like you, but because I am so mad 😦 at my friends. And, and…(his feathers began to become ruffled again, as he raises them up and pushes one in Franky’s face as if he is pointing at her)…and if you knew how awful they talked about you, without even knowing you…GRRRR, it makes me mad even thinking about it again! I mean they were terrible! And then they ran over there without a care in the world! (He takes a deep breath in and his voice begins to crack) It was awful! They didn’t like you because of your color and your gender! I am sorry to tell you this, but my friends are FAKE FRIENDS! And I am super disappointed in all of them! Well at least most of them! So if you want to stay here and blow bubbles, I am fine with that! BUT I am too upset to go over there!”

Franky starred at Freddy, batting her long, beautiful eyelashes, as she listened intently to her new friends feelings! However, when he had completed his negative rant, Franky shrugged her shoulders, gave him his bubbles and simply replied with, “Hmmm I am sorry this incident bothered you so bad. I was only sad because my mommy didn’t let me invite you, myself. If you don’t want to come over that is fine, you can keep the bubbles, I hope to see you next time!”

And off she went, disappearing behind the gate once again.

Freddy stood there in a state of confusion. He thought to himself…Did she not hear anything I said? Why did she just go back to playing with those Flamingos, who didn’t like her just because she was green and female!

He wandered over to the peep hole in the fence. With his one eye ball, he scanned the entire back yard with in seconds! It did look like a great deal of fun! Fillip was racing a lavendar, girl, flamingo through the obstacle course. Franky was riding big wheels with Frank. Ralph and Mabel were eating a yummy ice cream over at the hot, pink, picnic table.

Freddy continued to think about how awful his friends were. He questioned how Franky could make friends with people who had said so many ugly things, without even knowing her.

Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer! He marched over to Franky’s back yard. As soon as everyone saw him they ran over to greet him! “Hey so glad you came! Hello Freddy, it is nice to meet you! Freddy, I am glad you decided to join us!”

But Freddy had already made his mind up! He couldn’t let it go! He had come for a purpose and he KNEW he was doing the ‘right’ thing! He swooshed his feathers back and forth to shush everyone standing around him. He raised his head real high, beak up, stomach in, and he announced…(clearing his throat to ensure everyone was listening), “I am here to announce…”

The big, blue, Flamingo turned down the music and everyone became silent. No one moved, spoke or even took their eyes off of Freddy. As they anticipated what he had to say.

“I am here to announce…my Pink Flamingo friends from my backyard…(big breath inhale and exhale) DO NOT LIKE YOU! BECAUSE YOU ARE GIRLS AND DIFFERENT COLORS!’

An awkward silence spread throughout, with a few snickers, and some sounds of disapprovement, when Freddy completed his last word, COLORS! Frank, the one who spoke up before, questioned Freddy, “How would you know? You have been whinning over there by yourself! We are the ones who came over here and have made friends! Go back to your lonely yard, if you don’t want to have fun because we are having fun and are happy.”

Freddy stood there wondering where he went wrong. He dropped his head, began to cry, and walked towards the gate. He couldn’t understand how being honest was a bad thing. He wasn’t trying to hurt anyone, but yet he felt terrible.

Before he could disappear behind the gate as eloquently as Franky does, he heard a more mature voice, speak up, “Freddy, we all want you to stay! Please won’t you come have an ice cream.”

Freddy continued to look down at the ground and slowly walk towards the gate, “No, I can’t! No one wants me here! I guess I am a bad Flamingo!”

Out from the shadows of the house stepped a six foot, beautiful, lanky, lime, green, female flamingo and she said, “Everyone is welcome at our home! And I want you here,” in the most Angelic voice Freddy had ever heard.

At first his entire body felt frozen as he starred up at this different, but exquisit species. He wondered if she was even a flamingo. Freddy wiped the tears from his eyes and replied, “But I said the wrong things. I made everyone mad at me. I feel so bad, but I felt bad before and I thought if I came over here and told them…”

“Pause, take a deep breath my sweet child. I knew what you were attempting to do. Let me ask you something, can you change what you said? If you could, would you?”

“Of COURSE! I would most definetly take it all back. I wouldn’t have stayed over there by myself. I would not have came over here and announced all that mean stuff,” explained Freddy.

“Let’s start over! Hello, my name is Lilly. Your name is?” The beautiful flamingo asked Freddy.

“My, my, name is Freddy. I am your next door neighbor. My best friend lived here before you. I wished whoever moved in would be a nice family with children.”

She gave him a big hug and patted him on the tail feathers, as if she were saying shew, shew, now it is time for you to go play and have fun.

All the other Flamingos gathered around Freddy to show him the wonders of Franky’s backyard. The other girls introduced themselves and went on playing.

Freddy felt a tap on his shoulder but when he turned to the right there was no one there. He quickly turned back to the other side to attempt to catch the culprit. When he turned back facing front he jumped because Franky screetched, “BOO!”

They both began to laugh once again.

Freddy looked at Franky and said, “I am so sorry! For…”

But before he could continue Franky shoved him with her shoulder and said with a smirk, “Apology accepted. I knew you would come around!”

“How? How did you know? I was so angry and hurt…I couldn’t think of anything good!”

“Because my family’s motto.”

“Motto?”

“Yes, you don’t think we are oblivious to our differences do you?”

“No? But what does that have to do with it?”

“Our family motto is…’Create enough FUN that your differences become an ASSET or a GIFT rather than a hinderance.’ ”

Freddy repeated the family motto to himself a couple of times. Although he agreed with it, he continued to struggle with the past comments. He asked Franky, “But what about before? When they said they didn’t like you because of your color and gender?”

Franky giggled and said, “You have a great deal to learn. For now, lets just say I expected their first responses. But the difference between you and me is that you blend in with the majority of pink flamingos. Soooo you became offended for me. Which is understandable and I do appreciate your kindness. However, I know I am beautiful! And I have been taught to love all flamingos regardless of their differences. As for their past comments…I knew they didn’t know any better.”

“One more thing, Freddy…we all make mistakes. It’s up to us whether we want to forgive or hang on. No matter what, none of us can ‘fix’ the past. It’s your choice as to what to keep or let go.”

Freddy and Franky hugged and went off to the sand box. They played until bedtime. Roasted marshmallows, sang around the camp fire, and enjoyed all of their new friends.

Rather than trying to conform or force others to be just like us, why don’t we all enjoy our differences!

Franky and Lilly were correct! We all make mistakes. It is up to YOU to forgive, forget, and have fun. Or hang on, blame, and live in depression.

I am so grateful for you reading this. We hope Freddy and his friends will continue to empower you and carry Livelove’s message.

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We don’t like you!! One Flamingo said to the other…

Freddy the Pink Flamingo was hanging out with his friends. They played games, cooked out, and laughed, all day long.

As Freddy was retrieving the hoola hoop from ring the neck of a Flamingo, he saw a gigantic moving truck pull in.

He ran back to his friends with great excitement screeching, “A new Flamingo is moving in! Hey! Hey! I just saw a moving truck and a new Flamingo is moving in!”

Frank, Fillip, Frances, and some of the other Flamingos gathered around Freddy to hear what he was so excited about! “Aren’t you all excited? I wonder if they like to cook out, play games…” Freddy questioned.

“Of course they will like everything we like, they are Pink Flamingos!” Frank commented, acting as if Freddy was silly for being so excited. “Come on let’s finish this game I am winning!” he continued.

But Freddy was too excited to meet his new neighbors!

He peeked through the small hole of the joining privacy fence, which was created by his best friend Flipper, before he moved out of town.

His right eye ball made a complete circle as he scanned the backyard. But not one sign of a new Flamingo, yet.

Until…as he began to turn around and sadly report I can’t see anyth…he was abruptly interupted by a gigantic gasp from his friends. He looked puzzled as to why they were all starring at him with a horrible look plastered on their beaks!

Freddy froze and felt like he was turning white.

Before he could sputter any words from his beak…he felt a shadow towering over him. He quickly rolled his eyes up, up, up and over his head.

“Aaaaaaaaaaa,” he began to scream and scream.

The different colored, too tall, odd shaped thingy, simply pulled her head back and slowly walked into the back door of her new home.

“What was that?” He asked.

Freddy’s friends surrounded him and everyone began to talk at once. In a chaotic Flamingo chatter.

Until…they heard a light tap, tap, tap on the gate of Freddy’s back yard.

All of the Pink Flamingos held their breath and became silent. As if the tap, tap, tap on the other side of the gate would ‘think’ no one was home.

Tap, tap, tap once again.

Finally, Freddy slowly unlocked the gate, peeked through the tiny crack and…

What did he find?

A neon green, beautiful, bright Flamingo just his size.

“Hello, I am Franky. May I come over to play, while my mommies unpack.”

Freddy was so excited that she was not the tall blue looking bird, he encountered on the other side of the fence that he replied with, “Of course come in and meet all my friends!”

Franky timidly walked through the gate, looked around, smiled and quietly introduced herself, “Hello, I am Freddy’s new neighbor, Franky.”

As Freddy danced back and forth, he grabbed a hot dog off the table and created a delicious plate of food for his new friend, he saw something happen, that was not too pleasing. 😔😢😢😔

Many of his friends were now in a group snickering and being quite rude to Franky.

Frank looked at Franky in a disgusting manner and asked,”Why is your skin Green? Yuk! And why is your name Franky if you are a GIRL?”😬😬😲😲

Several others chimed in as if they were in agreement with Frank. They all starred at poor little Franky anticipating her answer, as if she could come up with a decent answer, as to why she looks different.👽

But before Franky could answer the big, blue, thingy…peeking over the fence from earlier, yelled out, “Franky, Franky where are you?”

Franky with a sigh dropped her head and vanished behind the gate as fast as she had entered.

Freddy was mad! He ruffled his feathers and stomped his flimsy legs over to his other Pink Flamingo friends. “Why? Why were you mean to our new friend?”😠

Everyone acted like he was silly. Fillip stepped up and explained to Freddy. “We don’t like Franky.”

“Why?”

“Because, she is green!!!! And a girl.”

All of Freddy’s friends agreed this new neighbor, was not their friend.

Their squawks, filled with complaints, were quickly drowned out by music echoing from Franky’s yard.

All the boys rushed over to the peep hole in the privacy fence. Pink feathers were flying as they pushed and shoved to attempt to see where the music was coming from.

The big, blue, Flamingo who towered over the six foot privacy fence, hung her head over to calmly ask,”Would you like to come over?”

With their beaks pointing up really high, towards the sky, they shook their heads in perfect unison, Yes!

With their feathers ruffled as if they were taking flight, the boys took off running towards Franky’s back yard.

Freddy decided not to go because he was so mad at how rude his friends were. 😠😳

When the boys entered the gate their eyes almost popped out of their heads! Toys, a sand box, outside games, a swing set and at least ten other Flamingos. All GIRLS! And All different colors!💖💚💙💜💛

At first Ralph, Freddy’s best friend felt sad that Freddy didn’t come and began to turn around to beg him to join them.

Until, he spotted Franky slipping out the gate to go ask Freddy. Before she disappeared she paused, turned around and winked at Ralph. He smiled real big and went off to play in the sand box with Mabel the purple Flamingo.😉

To be continued…

What do you think Freddy said to Franky? Do you think he joined them or did he tell Franky all about how terrible his friends were?

What would you do? Have you ever judged someone by their outside appearance? I am sure we all have.

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To be Gay, Or not to be Gay…that is the question?

1976, the teacher begins his first roll call of the year, my full name is announced…Teena Gay Kelley. “Here,” I reply with the proudest of voice I had.
1978, same scenario, my full name is announced…Teena Gay Kelley. A few snickers from other children, a drop of my teacher’s face and a , “here,” I reply with the lowest of whisper in hopes no one would know who said it.
1980, same scenarios except this time, I hear a teacher talking to another teacher, “Can you believe her mother named her that? Poor child.”
1983, same scenarios except…I decided to make a joke of it. “Here it goes everyone, I am the new girl in school and inevitably, one of these teachers will call out my middle name…get ready for it…yep…(pause as if I knew exactly what was about to happen)”
“Teena Gay Drake.” Young, first year teacher of middle school, who could pass for being ‘considered’ to be a Gay Man or one whom everyone in the world, knew his sexual preference. (Which to be honest this still freaks me out that we label people based on their sexuality/preference/private stuff. IDK but does anyone else want to be labeled by how you like to feel pleasure? Okay…I don’t want to make anyone mad so this part will be omitted, maybe).
His faced turned blood-red as the snide remarks and poking fun at me had begun. He peered over his glasses in the most apologetic way. Between fake laughs, I glanced back at him as to say, “I knew it was coming…It is okay.”
I continued this phase of my life throughout my teaching career. I began with my introduction, “Hello! My name is Mrs. Teena Gay Drake, but you may call me Mrs. Drake.”
I would always reinforce how no one wants to be called names. Therefore, your slur usage of the word ‘Gay’ will not be permitted in my classroom, due to the fact of it being my middle name and all. I would allow the students to giggle if they so please, but the precedent was clearly set, this was an equal, kind, loving, nonjudgement classroom and it would stay that way.
As I reflect back to several of my students, I can remember feeling their pain as they would be made fun of because he or she was different. The boys who were considered to be feminine would come to me and say, “Mrs. Drake they say I am Gay? Why? What does that even mean?”
Many of the girls would embrace the label and act similar to myself. They would chime in to poking fun at themselves.
Yes, believe it or not it was only a few years ago that middle schoolers didn’t understand ‘why’ they were labeled. And, yes, many understand what the title means now, but they are unsure of why the heck people, especially adults, are so persistent and hateful about it!
Let’s be honest…if you have a 6th grader you are not sitting around pondering whether he or she is desiring to have sex with anyone, let alone the same-sex.
So the next time you are quick to judge, take time to pause and think…do I really care whether someone is Gay or not? Regardless of the definition.

If they are ‘Gay’ defined as happy or ‘Gay’ defined by sexual preference… Do you really want to know their sexual preference? How does this even directly affect you?
Do you know I was told not to write this because I might offend someone? If I am offending someone then good! I am tired of poking fun at my name because someone said it stands for a label! I am tired of hiding my beliefs because someone else might disagree.
Because resistance or a huge vibration will create change and change is inevitable. Gay by definition is happy & joyful. Gay has become by definition a choice of sexuality. Who provided the world with this label? You…whether you find the term offensive or celebratory you have defined it.
So my answer is clear…”To be Gay, or not to be Gay? I choose Gay! I am taking back my title, my mother gave me the day I smiled laying in my crib, when by the ‘textbook rules’ wasn’t possible.

I was named after my Great Aunt Gay. I was named to be happy and share love.
IDC what other people’s sexual preference is…but I do hope it brings you joy. (But I am still unconcerned, of your choice, as others might want to follow my lead, on this subject).

As we wrap up the month of June which is entitled ‘Pride Month’ whether you are apart of it or not, please remember…it truly does stand for…Celebrating being proud to be Happy, to be free, and to remember “Love will always win!”
YOU ARE LOVED! You are worthy to feel good. You are FREE to be GAY with me!
Instead of tearing people down and allowing misconceptions to blur your vision of the true meaning of the rainbow, attempt to allow love and the illumination of the vibrant colors melting one into the other, to AMAZE YOU!
You will quickly realize how fun and Gay life can be!
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Open to thoughts, comments and happy remarks. Snide remarks are accepted as well, if you feel the need. Although I am not very tough and I will probably cry I will respectfully read all of them and respond if so need be. LOL. No seriously, I do cry sometimes.
God Bless EACH OF YOU! Thank you for reading my thoughts. My greatest wish is for you to find your happy trail. That you will live- like today is your last, love- with every cell in your body, and when the road gets rough you will hold on tight and CARRY ON!
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If you were trapped in a box what would you do to get out?

I shutter as I write this simple, but earth shattering message. It feels like the sound from a CRASH and then another CRASH, CRASH, with the last being the greatest vibration of them all CRASHHHH echoing through your bones from a vibrating Gong!!!!

Now imagine being trapped in a box still alive, but hearing someone a friendly voice, just steps away from this suffocating box. Tell me, say it out loud while reading this…what would you do? Let it out! What would you do?

I would scream and scream. If I didn’t get their attention I would find a way to…. (You fill in the blank).

The Gong is struck again with a firm hit and steady hold, Gonggggggggg the deep vibration echoes through you! And without a doubt you can answer, “If you were trapped in a box what would you do to get out?”

Are you creating enough vibrations to get out of your imaginary box? Or are you sitting and wishing to get out of the box and so you choose to die in the box.

We need you to vibrate with us in sweet harmony. Why? So you can feel how amazing it is to Livelove & Carry On.

We appreciate you!

Do Not Judge Me for You Know Not of What I’ve Suffered…

As the man shouts out for justice and answers, about his missing daughter…He screams he shouts I want to only know…

As the woman spouts racial slurs and utilizes offensive language towards the woman in blue…not because she is black or white but because she wears the same color as the man who shot her daddy.

As the young boy lashes out and kills another because all he knows is violence and rage.

As the young person writes their goodbye letters in shame for wanting to leave their loved ones behind and take their own life, in hopes to relieve the pain from the battle in their head.

Do not judge me for you know not of what I’ve suffered. You know not of my deep sorrow, pain, suffereing, and heartbreak.

Oh my friend, but I do. For all who have walked have first fallen. All who have gained have suffered loss. All who have lived must die.

Do not judge me for you know not of what I’ve suffered…

Instead join with me to celebrate that you have lived! Embrace your knowledge, share your gifts and leave the judgement and pain to the past lessons learned.

How does your vision compare to your living?

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Cat Litter & Relationships

How can cat litter and relationships be compared? If you are having trouble in your relationship, at this time, you do not want to miss this message.

Is your partner driving you crazy? Do you wonder why you even try? One thing is for certain if you are struggling…You are living in the Cat Litter Box with generic litter. You know the kind that does not cover up any of the smell and generic toilet paper is more absorbent than this bunch of rocks, you attempted to save a dollar bill on. (Pause…Take a big whiff, inhale, and smell the nasty litter you are using that is ineffective).

Living in the cat litter box with your partner is disgusting. It means that you take a poo, half way cover it up, allow them to do the same, and your smelly dance is never-ending. 

For example: If you are struggling in your relationship say out loud ‘why’ you feel the way you do.

Did you hear your fears from the past come out? Do you realize most of what you said is no different from cat poo in the box? It happens, it will stay there until it is cleaned up, and it smells to high heaven, until it is bagged and disposed of.

Most arguments involve words like: should, could, would, wish, why did you, what if (which is asked due to their or your paradigm= past), how could you and the past continues to take over the future. 

“You are living in the past or holding your significant other to yesterday. Yet expecting them to not return the favor.”

That’s just like standing in a cat litter box taking a poop, your partner doing the same, although it is covered, you keep digging it up, and smelling the disgusting aroma. 

When in reality once the poop is there the choices are inevitable 1. Enjoy the aroma. Or 2. Clean it out by bagging it, tying the top to seal it and disposing of the evidence.

Does this mean it never happened? Come on we all know sh*t happens. But do we want to continue to dig it back up? Is a better question. 

Are you and your partner living in the cat litter together? Worse yet, have you decided to be cheap and using the kind that never gets rid of the smell? 

Recognize what you are doing, decide what or how the significant other could fix your emotions (not that they can, this is only to recognize why you are feeling so irritable with them), and make a good decision for you both.

It is not about the solution, it is about getting out of the disgusting cat liter box!

My greatest hope is you get a little laugh and a lot of relief. You are awesome and worthy of feeling good! 

Sending you LOTS of LOVE!

God loves you.

Living in the past can always be compared to poo. The past happens, but do you want to continue to live then? When you can decide today to feel and smell better? 

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Good, Good, Good Vibrations…

Woke up this morning with the song Good Vibrations running through my head. Then I began to think about how important music and vibrations are to living a full life.

What does it mean to have good vibrations? Does what you are thinking about make a difference? I mean there are very few Avengers, who can read your mind in your everyday life, right? Why do you or anyone else care what you think or feel?

Guess what? Other people may not be able to read your mind or even understand what you are saying, but they CAN FEEL your vibrations.

Take a moment to read that last statement…one more time. Does what you are thinking make a difference? YES it does.

Instead of telling you let me show you!

Your emotions/thoughts– I am broke, have a bunch of bills. I cry all the time. I always say or do the wrong things. I don’t like my body. I don’t know how to feel better. I am afraid. I am fat and I know what I need to do, but ugh…I don’t want to.

A better emotion/thought in response to redirect you – Before you read the next few paragraphs, STOP reading and turn on some music or begin to hum or sing. You probably already feel better, but if  you don’t mind please, keep on reading.

Now feel how the next few statements FEEL to you...I am alive. I am breathing. I feel free. I don’t need sight to feel good. My tears are now filled with joy for I now see! What’s best for me will always be. Please forgive me, if I said something to offend you, but remember your vibration is only YOUR reflection. 

Ohhhh, how I love you fat cells, for all our fun times. I now know you were only protecting me by reminding me, I was always protected. Protected from others, starvation, survival, to never feel poor again and so much more. But I have learned that I am already protected. I know I am worthy, I will always have enough. I am loved, protected, happy, free and you can let me be. I feel good. I no longer need any extra protection. No, no…I understand you have been wonderful. I am good, I will keep what I need, but extra protection I don’t need any longer. (Wow! That felt good even typing, I hope it felt as good to you!).

How do you change or divert fear? This one is simple and yet not recognized well enough for us to feel’ how simple it truly is. Here it goes—To divert fear immediately is to create a comfortable and new vibration. How? Sing! Sing in silence! Sing out loud! Turn on music and sing! Create a vibration greater than the low, negative vibrations you were sending out.

As I searched for an older commercial with the Good Vibrations song, I could feel the advertisers objective. To ensure their audience feels good. Take this Sunkist Soda commercial, I actually envisioned being with a group of my friends, at the beach, singing the lyrics of a  catchy commercial. I honestly don’t think I have had a Sunkist in ten years, but I want one now! LOL

 

Do good vibrations make a difference? Can music change the world? It is not the questions of whether vibrations = difference or music = change, but rather if you choose to raise your frequency to feel better.

What you are thinking and feeling creates the vibration around you. Regardless of how many ‘Avengers’ you have in your life, who really can read your mind. Everyone can feel your vibrations. Choose to feel good and good will feel its way vibrating back to you! 

Written by: Teena Drake

Try it…email at Livelove.teena@gmail.com how you feel and see if the message you receive, doesn’t assist you in jumping a hurdle in your life. First message is free! So hey why not!

Changing the world with one Happy Thought at a time!

Don’t forget -YOU ARE LOVED, AMAZING, UNIQUE!

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