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God is love, and those who abide in love abide in God,

and God abides in them.

I John 4:16

I earnestly would have been lost had it not been for my loving friends: Rev. James and Sister Delores Giles and our exteneded family of Back To Basics Ministries. They loving embraced me and my concerns regarding my mother and grandmother. I called and they swiftly stepped in ministering to our spiritual needs and earthly matters. Meals, morning prayers, repairs, hugs and helping hands were abundantly provided. They are ambassadors for Christ!

This ministry does not only do for me, but the Western New York Community and Floridians that also need a helping hand.

My pictures are mere snapshots, there are so many wonderful acts of kindness and consideration that they actively partake in daily without fanfare. I praise God for their wisdom, insight and love shown to those of us that can’t go on without a shoulder to lean on and an open heart to help us deal with the troubles of this world!

Need help? Need a Godly word in season and a caring soul to encourage you and help you on your way?

Simply contact them at :

Back to Basics Ministries , Inc.

906 Broadway,

Buffalo, NY. 14212

Pastor Tony Brown and Katherine Brown
Back to Basics II Outreach Ministries Inc
431 W Hubbard Ave,
Deland, FL, 32720

Love awaits you my friend, love awaits YOU!

With a Greatful Heart!
Linda Mose Meadows, author

The Blessedness of Believing
A Devotional Journey of Life’s Lessons and God’s Promises (Tate, Nov. 2007)


The Lord says, “You are precious in my sight and honored, and I love you.”
–Isaiah 43:4 (NRSV)

Artistic Expression is a live and well in Buffalo, New York. I am extremely honored to introduce to you several young prolific poets, a compassionate educator , a furniture designer and an outstanding artist. They currently reside in Western New York: James J. Cooper III “Coopconcepts”, Ashley Rita Graves, Ms. Quinn Lee “Q”, “Pen Pimpen” Rodney Barnes, “Miss Jennifer” Booker, Lander Gilyard, Omar Abdul Carter, Martha Burt, Marvin Askew “Phranciz”, “DB Hands” and others I didn’t intentionally mean to forget. Several of the poets and the poetry lovers gather weekly at the EM Tea Coffee Cup Café located in the Hamlin Park District of Buffalo, NY. This café is also known as the Poetry Place on Tuesday evenings hosted by James J. Cooper III. It’s an electric atmosphere ripe with inspiration for the creative heart.

As you now know when I am introduced to such awesome people literally my heart leaps with joy and I have to share. I marvel at their creativity and how they capture our essence and God’s greatness through their artistic expressions. They have a voice whether it be through their prose, their paint brushes or in their ability to teach and reach others. These beautiful minds know they’ve been gifted and pursue their passions with abandonment! They are wise to seek out others that are as passionate as they hone their gifts, share the wealth and encourage each other to stretch forth and believe! That’s what these Buffalo artists demonstrate to me.
Yesterday my heart/the Holy Spirit lead me to contemplate and ask myself a question. What is it that we love about poets and those in the fine arts arena? I think it’s many things, particularly their insight, the complexity and beauty of life-it’s their quest, it’s the rhythm of their hearts and the divine that dwells in them. These folks are blessed and generally not afraid to venture out, explore new vistas.
I goggled my question and wouldn’t you know it! Well, the remarkable Gwendolyn Brooks’poetry is what my search revealed. I believe this excerpt conveys what I consider is a gift from God. Here read and enjoy:
`To Gwen with Love’ –
poet Gwendolyn Brooks – Brief Article
Ebony, Feb, 2001
Great Poet Captured Soul of Black America
WE were children together in the struggle and storm that created a new America and a new us. She published her first book of poetry, A Street in Bronzeville, in 1945, in the same year and at almost the same time that EBONY was born. From that moment, in the turning point of worlds that was mid-20th-century America, we sang her praises and followed her light. When she became the first African-American to receive the Pulitzer Prize, we said she was the harbinger of a new poem and a new Black America. When she mothered and mentored a new generation of poets, when she sang in a new Black voice from a new mountaintop, winning White House honors and the praise of the critics, when she made poetry talk about Birmingham and Montgomery and Johannesburg and the last days of De Witt Williams, we marveled and printed her works. And when, in December, Gwendolyn Brooks, the Poet Laureate of the Black Spirit, died in her 83rd year, after six generations of Gwendolyning, we joined the mighty chorus of Black men and women–African kings and queens, slaves, sharecroppers, rappers, rhymers, praise singers and troth-tellers, Langston Hughes, Martin, Malcolm, Rosa Parks, Henry Blakely, Harold Washington–who echoed the mighty words of her pen: We are each other’s business. We are each other’s harvest. We are each other’s magnitude and bond.
IN MONTGOMERY WABX, the Soul station. “Come ON, stag the SONG this mawnin’!” The Soul Stirrers sing the song. –WABX is-bemoaning Astronaut-talk of a Government Visitor to Alabama State University …. which had NUTHIN’, but NUTHIN’ to do with black folks….” “O Happy Day! (when Jesus washed, oh when He washed…. my sins away!)” “The Old Ship of Zion!” WABX is pleading: “Try to feed somebody who’s, HUNGRY. Try to clothe somebody who’s NAKED. Try to visit somebody who’s SICK or in PRISON. Won’t cha?” The Soul Stirrers sing. Martin Luther King is not free. Nor is Montgomery
BLACK LOVE Black love, provide the adequate electric For what is lapsed and lenient in us now. Rouse us from blur. Call us. Call adequately the postponed corner brother. And call our man in the pin-stripe suiting and restore him to His abler logic; to his people. Call to the shattered sister and repair her in her difficult hour, narrow her fever. Call to the Elders our customary grace and further sun loved in the Long-ago, loathed in the Lately: a luxury of languish and of rust. Appraise, assess our Workers in the Wild, test they descend to malformation and to undertow. Black love, define and escort our romantic young, by means and redemption, discipline. Nourish our children–proud, strong little men upright-easy: quick flexed little stern-warm historywomen…. I see them in Ghana, Kenya, in the city of Dar-es-Salaam, in Kalamazoo, Mound Bayou, in Chicago. Lovely loving children with long soft eyes. Black love, prepare us all for interruption; assaults, unwanted pauses; furnish for leavings and for losses. Just come out Blackly glowing! On the ledges–in the lattices: against the failing light of candles that stutter, and in the chop and challenge of our apprehension– be the Alwayswonderful of this world.
AN ARRIVAL A tribute to Ourselves. And to the will the precise will, the full will that manages Arrivals through the fire; that manages revisions of the wave. Beyond the genuine crucifixions, and the sleep, the steep flint, the high howl of the hurricane, the wide ice, across our self-recovery and redress– we look at one another. And we love.
Now, the way of the I Will city is on this wise: ripe roused ready: richly rambunctious, implausible: sudden, or saddle-steady. In the jamboree jounce and jumble of our Season of Senselessness the I Will city is ready to rise. Toward robust radiance. Valid! Away from hunger, anger, and from dread. Toward health and difficult Splendor. Toward immense creative indignation and defense. Toward, verily, the level land beneath the solid tread.
(Among them Nora and Henry III) Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers, the self-soilers, the harmony-hushers, “Even if you are not ready for day it cannot always be night.” You will be right. For that is the hard home-run. Live not for battles won. Live not for the-end-of-the-song. Live in the along.
COPYRIGHT 2001 Johnson Publishing Co.COPYRIGHT 2001 Gale Group
Yes ,we are all God’s treasure, but today in praise of all artist I’d like to encourage you to:
keep writing,
keep painting,
keep teaching,
keep loving,
keep living and surely creating
and please, keep inspiring us all as you keep the faith!
Let Gwendolyn Brooks be your guide and never forgotten as a treasure among us.
Joyfully Submitted by:
Linda Mose Meadows, author
The Blessedness of Believing
A Devotional Journey of Life’s Lesson’s and God’s Promises
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Whoso trusteth in the Lord, happy is he.

Proverbs 16:20

I returned home a little warn around the edges, but actually I was so thankful that God had paved the way once again for me to share my devotional: The Blessedness of Believing A Devotional Journey of Life’s Lessons and God’s Promises by Linda Mose Meadows with new friends, writers, parents and some vacationers that blessed my very soul with their warmth and caring.

Yes indeed, I was truly amazed by the young family with the beautiful children who were gracious enough to come near my table as I shared that I was a new writer and lived in the community. They first purchased one book and then returned to gather up additional books to encourage their loved ones. Imagine that’s what I believe my devotional is intended to do-encourage readers that we are not forsaken-cast down-abandoned by God!

Looks like the Holy Ghost was active at TCC Barnes and Noble this afternoon.

Prior to this wonderful family acquiring their books, I had a really wonderful conversation with a mom that was preparing to send her daughter off to college. I knew this mixed emotion of joy and trepidation well. Not many years ago that was me. We concurred that it’s vital to pray over our children as they embark on their personal journeys and what’s also key is that our children understand how vital it is to pray-there’s power in prayer! They bought a devotional and then her mother-in- law blessed me with being interested in acquiring a devotional of her own. It was difficult to contain my joy!

And then my new friends, new writers, some inquisitive, some searching, some minding their own business entreated my offer to learn of my work – applauded my accomplishment and gleaned from my new found experience. I shared what I knew, called my husband over to impart what he knew about publishing and then encouraged them with words of affirmation.
My heart was glad that I could share my testimony and say,”You too will be here-just you wait and see!” I then said my fond farewell to a fellow author at Tate Publishing who now occupied the “author’s chair” and prayed that he’d also be blessed with divine encounters and well wishers.

You wonder how I’d sum up this afternoon’s activities? In a word-Exuberant!! Yep, that’s what I am still experiencing!

With Great Joy:
Linda Mose Meadows, author
The Blessedness of Believing
A Devotional Journey of Life’s Lessons and God’s Promises (Tate Publishing)









Date & Time:

Saturday, August 9, 2008

1:30 pm to 3:30 pm

MacArthur Mall

300 Monticello Ave.

Norfolk, VA

reference calendar on blog for directions

Contact Info: 757-640-2655

Organized By: TCC Barnes & Noble Bookstore


photo © Dorothy Alexander
Lucille Clifton was born in Depew, New York, on June 27, 1936. Her first book of poems, Good Times, was rated one of the best books of the year by the New York Times in 1969.
Clifton remained employed in state and federal government positions until 1971, when she became a writer in residence at Coppin State College in Baltimore, Maryland, where she completed two collections: Good News About the Earth (1972) and An Ordinary Woman (1974). Read mre about Lucille Clifton on Poets.org @
blessing the boats

by Lucille Clifton

(at St. Mary’s)

may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back
may you open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that

This was my third Jones Lewis Family reunion celebrated with my husband’s side of the family in Baltimore, Maryland; Dougie and Janice did an exemplary job as our host family from the start of the weekend through Sunday farewell gathering afternoon spent in their backyard.
Truly it was a memorable occassion and quite a whirlwind weekend filled with cutural and family appreciation. New connections were made, conversations had with favorite family members, laughter and lamenting opportunities had while we meander through the Reginald F. Lewis Museum of Maryland African American History and Culture.
Why I never thought about Art History and eventually becoming a curator is beyond me? I love visiting museums, truly it’s a great meeting place, and yes there’s history, culture and art under one roof.
This was my second visitto this fine museum, but this moment provided me with an opportunity to journey through the exhibit A People’s Geography. As my husband entertained and chased little Courtney around the museum, I eventually caught up with them in the gallery that featured A People’s Geography: The Spaces of American Life and there was Lucille Clifton’s blessing the boats poem painted on the wall.
There I stood transfixed rereading her blessing. I felt the words were as powerful as the beautiful quilts, the artistic impressions and the historical video.
I thanked God for how eloquent and appropriate Ms. Clifton’s words were for this family sojourn. These were words were stenciled not only on this wall, but in my heart. Wordsthat captivated my soul. Words meant for our time, our ancestors and the generations yet to be born. Words that were a blessings for any visitor, any travelor to behold.
Here we were in the midst of this celebration of family and culture, why it couldn’t have occured in a more approriate setting! Thank you and may God continue to keep you Sister Lucille!
Every Word of God is pure;
he is a shield unto them that put their trust in Him.

Proverbs 30:5

Joyfully Submitted by :

Linda Mose Meadows

The Blessedness of Believing

A Devotional Journey of Life’s Lessons and God’s Promises


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