The Beauty of A Woman

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, The figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen through her eyes, Because that is the doorway to her heart, The place where love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, The passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman With passing years - only grows. Copyright - Teresa Mahieu 2002

Innocence - A poem

Upon the dawn
of the blind childs sight,
an angel sang
while in flight,
a deaf child heard
this angels song,
and for the first time ever
sang along.
This angel was
their precious host,
sent to them
by the holy ghost.
And now forever
these innocent three,
are joined together
Enternally.

By Teresa Burton
copyright August 1984

Why anewme4life?

Have you ever felt you are someone elses ideas, thoughts, creation? Everything was flowing along just fine and then one day an incident, accident, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was hit in the head, completely by accident mind you, with a sledge hammer. I call my son-in-law "Thor" every now and then. I don't think he likes it much but puts up with my little joke. I bled a lot and was really scared. I have asthma and anxiety or panic attacks as some call them. I really thought I couldn't breath at the hospital. Fear had gripped me pretty good. So much blood and fear. I thought for sure Clarence, my husband, was going to be furious. Anger was not at the top of his thoughts. He was scared too. I could see the fear on his face, in his eyes. I could see the fear consume him as he watched over me from the doorway. The doctor was handsome, I think. The nurse was Jo, I knew her, she knew my mom. I would be ok, but...his face...the fear, and the pain. Was I in pain? I didn't really feel much, not really, why couldn't I feel. I think they gave me a shot. I wanted to go home. I had to fix supper. The doctor shook his head NO at my husband. That really scared me and then I couldn't breath. It was not my asthma, just a panic attack. I had a MRI (I think that's what they called it) done on my head and neck and I think my back too. That was hard, lying still. I got to go home that evening with stitches in my head and I had to stay awake a while and then I slept a lot. Clarence stayed with me for 2 days, he did not let me out of his site. I love him, with all my being, I love him. That time sleeping and sitting I realized something. I am a very lucky lady. Robert, my son-in-law, was just trying to help his crazy mother-in-law, but if I had been a bit more to the left or if his grip had been off or if he had been just a bit stronger....I could have died. Then I thought of something else. I have spent a very hard and somewhat sheltered life. I've been homeless, attempted suicide (not once but three times), I've drank, I gave birth the first time at age 15 with very little prenatal care. There are many times I should have died. There is a reason I am here. This happened in June of 2004. I was fat and out of shape and just not well. I found a website for a home business and checked into it. Long story shortened I started using Herbalife. I lost 11 lbs in 10 days and became a distributor. I was determined to get the weight off. In 3 months I went from a size 22 to a size 16 and now a 14. When I put in for a state tax id number it just came to me.....anewme4life. This is what I want. This is the name of my business. I have been living for this and that and doing for others and what others want and eating and eating and for what.! It is good that I want to help others and it is good to do what others want, sometimes, but we must find our self. We must learn to know and love ourselves. I was raised in the Catholic Church and in the Salvation Army. I was one of few at the Catholic school that attended mass and then went to another church for Sunday School. I loved the Salvation Army Church. It is fun and very child friendly. I was into the whole Catholic scene for a while, i wanted to be a nun when I was 4, that lasted until I was 7 or 8. I saw a movie with Bing Crosby in it, the Mother Superior died. She died... but Mother Superior is Gods favorite, or so I thought. So that was it for me, no longer did I want to be a nun. Everything I have ever wanted to be has not happened. In my being here I have not accomplished what I am here for, atleast I don't think I have. I have battled my weight since I was 15 (that fist child does it to many of us women). I want to end the battle, I want to create a new me. No more overeating. No more binging on food when I am angry or upset. No more eating my feelings. I once wanted to be an artist. I craft a lot. I have so many unfinished sewing projects and needlepoint projects. I painted once, a long time ago. I write poetry. Sometimes I will write everyday or everyweek or every month. Sometimes years will go by and I haven't written a thing. I want to write poetry again. And I want to be published. I have more energy now with the weight off. I could still stand to lose more...and I will. I want to find my Spiritual self. I believe there is a God or a Jesus or a Higher Being. I want to find what it is I truly believe. I believe in Kharma, it's been proven to me many times. I believe in Angels, I have one. She is my child, she died right after birth. I've caught a glimpse of her before, I was so startled. I was in a grocery store and there was a small child peeking around an aisle and she giggled. I could see right through her. I went to see her better, this bright child, and when I looked down the aisle there was noone there. That night I dreamt a child was drowning and I was on a dock and I was reaching in to pull her out but I could not get her. She told me it was ok. I named her Marie Katherine after both of my grandmothers, she was buried without me even being there. I was 17 and frightened and confused. I feel her with me sometimes. When I'm sad or when I'm worried or when I'm lost. I did not feel her that day, when I was hit in the head. I wonder why, why did she not come to comfort me? Maybe it's because she is meant to be there for me unexpected and that day I would have expected her. Or maybe she was with my grandmothers sending me energy to be healed. I never did lose consciousness. I want to know and understand why I am and who I am. I have 2 beautiful daughters and a gorgeous granddaughter. I love them so. I want to be able to show them a new me in a way they will be proud of and that will be of benefit to them too. I am happy with my life but I want more....problem is I am not sure more of what. And it may be I want less. I am disorganized and messy. My house is cluttered with magazines and articles and knick-knacks and whatnots. Clarence is so patient and understanding with me. When we clean out closets and go through things I actually go through panic attacks. I just can't seem to willingly throw things away or if I do I have to do it quickly and keep busy so as not to think about it. I guess a new me would be with less weight, more creative, more organized, finish tasks I start and with fewer belongings and no panic attacks. I'm on the right track. Ive learned to eat healthier with herbalife and I am starting this Blog thing, creative. I joined a few Networks on Ryze.com and have really enjoyed it and been able to use some of the readings to search my spiritual side. I think Affirmations are a good tool and have started using them. I may be able to promote my Herbalife Products there or here. Maybe I'll post a poem next time. Does posting on the web count for being published?