Wayside Baptist Church

On November 29, 2018 By dancingpalmtreesIn Uncategorized

Wayside Baptist Church

Wayside Baptist Church has clothing give away on Wednesdays and Fridays.

Please call the Church Office at 1-718-453-0412. Church Fax: 1-718-919-0720

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Www.waysideny.org

Wayside Baptist Church located in Bushwick, Brooklyn. Wayside also has congregants from the adjoining Brooklyn neighborhoods of Brownsville and Bedford Stuyvesant as well as many other Neighborhoods.

There’s also a Feeding program on Wednesdays. Please call the Church Office for exact times.

Wayside Baptist Church has always endeavored to do its best to serve the community as Jesus did in the Holy Scriptures. I have been personally assisted by Wayside and see their Good Work.

I support my church through monetary and clothing donations.

Please consider making a monetary donation of any size so that Wayside Baptist Church can continue to be a Beacon of Light to the Community. Thank you and God Bless.

Rev. Zidde Hamatheite is the Pastor of Wayside Baptist Church.

Share Your World

On March 9, 2015March 9, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn Abundance, DeBorah, Finances, Income, Money, Prosperity, Riches, Salary, Share Your World, Stephen Vincent Palmer, Wealth11 Comments

Share Your World

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When you lose electricity in a storm, do you light the candles or turn on the flashlight? How many of each do you own?

So far no blackouts have occurred since living in Brooklyn. Before when I lived in Queens I was fortunate in that the development I lived in had its own power plant so if the lights went out in the rest of New York I still have electricity. If that happened now I’d prefer a flashlight.

You are given $5,000 and the chance to exchange it for one of two envelopes. One envelope contains $50,000 and one contains $500. Do you make the trade? Why or why not?

I’d trade up to the envelope with $50,000, quit my job and travel for one year to every warm sunny island I could get to. I’m ready for adventure! Roadtrip!!

What’s your first memory?

I must have been around two and saw my baby brother in my former crib. He reached his hand out to me and I bit him!! He screamed, my mother ran in the room and put me out!! LOL!! Fortunately now I’m well past the biting stage and my brother and I are very close.

What do you do if you can’t sleep at night? Do you count sheep, toss and turn, or get up and try to do something?

I have chronic insomnia. I rarely sleep well. When the problem first started the doctors put me on Ambien, however that has very bad side effects so I had to stop taking it about 2 1/2 years ago. Now I just take Advil PM. When it does not work I write.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Made it through work last week. Awaiting my new bed which I hope will solve my back pain problems. So I look forward to getting relief from back pain. Am Also grateful that the snow is melting and the weather is getting warmer here in New York!

Brooklyn Redux Remix

On July 29, 2014July 30, 2014 By dancingpalmtreesIn Animal Shelters, Army, Broken Angels, Brooklyn, Buddha, Cat People, Cat Woman, Cats, DeBorah, Dissonance, District 33, Fallen Angels, Food Pantry, Occupy the Hood, Street preachers, Subway, Subway train cars, The Twilight Zone, The Walking Dead, Walking Wounded7 Comments

Brooklyn Go Hard Morning ~ Raunchy, gritty, grungy, hardcore, dirty, filthy, artsy-craftsy, petal soft primal woodsy, wild. Designer baby strollers, Citi-Bike riders, health food buyers, vegan organic garden juxtaposed within a few blocks of BodegaLand wilted fruit, shrunken veggies, seven churches on one block, artery clogging foods, liquor stores, Loosies, shopping cart pushing poverty stricken poor beings hustling up another meal from the local food pantries. The B25 Bus will take you to all worlds in one short ride.

Bumble Bee Buzz Razor sharp concepts ideas, plans, exciting, off the chain, rose scented thorns up your crazy cool a$$ fantasy, all the way live, drama, Elegance, earthy, witty, Wow! The Borough of Kings filled with Queens. City of Dreams. Poems and Schemes. Living the Grind to expand my mind. Peace out!!!!!!!!!

Brooklyn Evening Downstream Rush

Brooklyn ~ Land of Drama and Dreamers, Hipsters, Hucksters and Healers, Shirkers and Workers……

Amidst the filth, dirt and refuse he sits. Sleeping dog by his side. I stopped. I had to stop for my Guardian Angel bid me pause.

As I got closer I realized underneath the grit and grime of Broadway Junction, the light deprived space next to a ramshackle breakfast, bagel, Danish, egg sandwich cart was a white man possibly in his 30s or early 40s. Unwashed tousled hair steady gaze. Hoping. Wishing. Praying that passersby will stop, recognize him a human in distress only needing a few dollars which more than likely will be used to buy dog food for faithful canine companion and maybe whatever the food cart was not able to sell during the day.

In him I see me. I was almost there. Paid my rent. Nothing left to buy food for either myself or my two feline friends. I prayed and my Guardian Angel caused the local junkies to drop $9.00 on my doorstep. Nine whole dollars which went to Fancy Feast for my beloved cats who love me down and out, rich or poor, in sickness and in health.

Was this man who sits peacefully and patiently once a King, an Emperor, and a contender for something greater than a Brooklyn street? Today he is a homeless man his only companion his faithful dog who arose in friendly anticipation of monetary dispensation. Only $2.00. That’s all I could give him today. Wish I could have given more. He generously thanked me. I saw his heart through his eyes.

Maybe once he was a Warrior, now beset by the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune. Did Desert Storm take the wind out of his sails? Who or what abandoned him to this desolation of watching teeming hordes of semi-purposeful beings trod the garbage strewn path to catch departing buses and subway trains to who knows where? In another life was his ever present Prince Valiant Pup a trusty steed in King Arthur’s court? Did he reign over the Knights of the Round-table? How came he to this ignoble end, yet still maintain a semblance of dignity?

Fifty Fabulous and Fifty Fantastic Freedoms

On March 8, 2013 By dancingpalmtreesIn 50+, African American Queen, African Goddess, Carnal, Dreams, Erotic, Judges 4: 4-5, Judges 5: 7, Menopause, Native American, Tattoos

Fifty Fabulous-Fifty Free

My 54^th Birthday this past Feb. 27^th turned out to be much better than I had ever wished. I have to admit four years ago when I entered the fifth decade of my life that after the initial thrill of turning the Big 5-0 that if struck me that I had made it to the half century point in my life. Questions posed themselves in my mind as to what that meant to be a woman in her 50s. Then came a time of troubles—health challenges. Commands that my body easily obeyed at 25 seemed to take a hellava lot longer now. Suddenly I had a new “boyfriend” named Arthur Itis. He woke me up in the morning. Followed me around all day long and keep me company at night. In fact he was more attentive than guy I’d ever known. Creaking joints Snapped, Crackled and Popped more than a bowl of Rice Krispies. I qualified for the titled of middle-aged Transformer. However by communicating with Transformers I’ve found ways to lessen the effects of that ill-mannered fellow Arthur and one day I hope to banish him completely from my life in favor a lover who inflicts less physical pain.

A few days after my Birthday I learned that my former company The Reader’s Digest is undergoing a Chapter 11 Reorganization. I received a letter in the mail to this effect which indicated phone numbers to call for more information. I learned will be able to collect my Reader’s Digest pension next year when I turn 55. Also I will be able get my annuity from United Way of New York City. Suddenly getting older is looking better and better each day. Now I’m counting down to February 27, 2014!!

Let’s face it money is a tool that gives us access to more options. Retirement. Once something way off in the distant future is a short five or six years away for me now. Pensions, annuities, retirement, together all mean freedom to pursue my passions, goals, and my deepest heartfelt desires with the means and time to do so. Doing my Happy Dance! Perhaps depending on the amount of money I receive I will be able to stop working full-time and just take a part-time job. More time to engage with my writing, my art, and my photography. More choices. Life rapidly expands to 55 flavors, way more than Baskin-Robbins without the stomach upset!! LOL!! A new confidence has arisen within my soul. Hell yeah!! It’s time for another Tattoo maybe an additional piercing to celebrate this great Victory!!

Fifty-Five is the magic number for pensions, annuities and senior housing. I’m not sure if you knew this but you can apply for Senior Housing in New York City at age 55. I plan on doing this next year. Now all my dreams are doable. I see light at the end of the tunnel. Next year I could actually travel on my vacation instead of staying home. Hallelujah!!

Another blessing in disguise is kind of silly but I’ll share it anyway. I’ve finally gone one entire year without having a menstrual cycle which means I’m now officially in Menopause. No more periods. No babies. No need to use birth control, of course I stopped using birth control years ago, but if I do meet a nice gentleman I no longer have to worry about becoming pregnant! Yeah!! Hip! Hip!! Hooray!! Naturally until I meet the right man I’ll continue to be celibate. Another good thing about being a woman in her 50s is that I’m no longer controlled by my libido or my hormones. I’ve become more selective and celibacy is an option that I will continue to embrace while still finding joy with my physical body and my enhanced sexuality as an older woman.

Financially Free, sexually free with time to engage in meaningful activities and relationships. Being in my 50s does not mean less than but more than ever. An elevation to a higher level of living. A greater share in life’s blessings.