The 'Ordinairey' Woman

  I saw this tweet and after having a fit of laughter and re-posting, I felt inspired to write. I don’t know the owner of the tweet. I hope I am not sued for infringing on any copyrights or anything like that. So, I’m gonna give him his credit by keeping the post in its original format. Big up Kev_9876. As long as you were born anytime at least before the early 1990s in Jamaica you would have experienced a taxi driver or a bus conductor telling you to “small up yourself” just so another passenger can fit in the already too crowded public passenger vehicle. We experienced losing sensation in our legs or one side of our bodies just so that another person, or two, or three could fit beside you. When you got out of that vehicle you had to stand for an extra five minutes just so the blood could start circulating in that oh so numb leg. Why did we do it? There wasn’t a flood of taxis and buses on the road back then and so we felt as if we didn’t have a choice but to small up ourselves....

  “…nothing is a ‘coincidence.’ It’s all part of creation and God’s plan and our response. We just have to be open to seeing it.”   ‘Small miracles attempt to strip away that façade of anonymity, and demonstrate that these seemingly random moments are instead the full and vital expressions of God’s handiwork. In our own personal lives, we have been touched many times by God’s radiance.”                                                                                -Halberstan, Y & Leventhal, J (1997) Small Miracles Extraordinary Coincidences from Everyday Life   We often think about miracles as big things such as the parting of the Red Sea (Exodus 14), Jesus turning water into wine (John2: 1- 11), Jesus restoring sight to the blind man (John 9) or manna falling fr...

  Can’t I spell?  Why minimize myself? Why put myself down? It is not a put down.  It is a put in. I am the personification of simplicity hence a variation of ordinary. As humble or as simple as we are, God placed a little spark in each and everyone of us to get our fires going. We just need to figure it out. My spark is my ‘e’ and my ‘i’. I pray my 'e', my 'i' or both 'e' and 'i' will inspire YOU to get your fire going.  Contrary to what may be a widely held belief, I do not always have it together. I do not have it all figured out. I just have an ‘e’ and an ‘i’. I make mistakes. I make them once, twice, thrice, fourice (lol). I believe, though, that if I start at ground zero, I will earn and appreciate my 10 and I will be more respected for it. Most importantly, the lessons and experience of the ascension are priceless. As a teacher I have first-hand experience of students who were allowed to skip a class or were bumped up because of their high...

My birth certificate says that I am Sherine Patrice, but being only a name isn’t all there is to me. A name could never be all there is to a person. Allow me then to introduce myself. I am Sherine. I am a Christian. I am a mother. I am a woman (not a complete one some may say - which will be a blog story).      I am a trained teacher. I am a trained Social Worker and I’m currently a Masters' student. I am a Jamaican. I am a wife of some sorts (that's another blog story). I am a sister. I am a daughter. I am a niece. I am a cousin. I am a neighbour. I am a friend. I like to laugh (not getting enough of that). I like to read. I like to explain. I like to understand.   I am honest. I am creative. I am friendly. I am smart. I am intelligent. I am black. I am a motivator. I am beautiful. I am inspirational. I am creative. I am adventurous. I am a great organizer. I am a team player. I am respectful.  I am an ordinairey woman.  There is much more to be than label...

 A few months ago I begun to seriously toy with the idea of starting a blog. (Since May, 2020 to be exact). What would I write about? Can I write to capture an audience? Am I interesting enough or intriguing enough to sustain and or maintain an audience? Today, I finally mustered the courage using my own quote to guide me: "Great possibilities lie on the other side of fear."  It's how to get to the other side of fear- that's my fear. How do I cross that ocean? How do I jump that hurdle? What is on the other side of fear? This side of fear is safe. I'm here, aren't I? So it must be safe. Answer: not necessarily . Where you are does not mean that's where you are meant to be. Where you are is not the end; it is just a part of the journey.  I am not brave. I am just an ordinairey women. An ordinairey woman about to begin my journey to the other side of fear. Come along with me. Invite your friends. Together we can do this. Many of you have been waiting since f...