What you couldn’t comprehend was the fact that those very same flames were the very exact same ones my Ancestors taught me to tame.
As has been the case with our Syrian sisters and brothers and their children, what matters are your families, your safety, your livelihood and yes, your voices. Once the fight is over, rebuilding will be work for you and the generations to come to embark upon. The labor will seem never ending and met with resistance at every turn, as your sisters and brothers in Haiti have shown the world. However, the love of justice and liberation is worth the work.
As I sat there attempting to complete a task that I had done numerous times for myself but totally baffled all the molecules in my body right then, it all came flooding at me. The pandemic. The divorce. The isolation. The uncertainty. The exhaustion. The expectations. All of it. Then, I heard myself say the words I have been feeling for years: I can’t do this.
Whether they are epiphanies regarding your job, relationships inside or outside of your home, or even a new venture you are embarking upon, give yourself permission to take it in, roll it around in your head and heart, learn from it and chart your course!
On this day, the day before we honor the life and legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and all those that fought with him, re-member the relationship between justice, liberation and love (and the fact that all 3 start at home).
Let these words encourage you to not just dream, but to dream BIG. Dream for those you represent. Dream for the next generation. Dream for Dream because you have the freedom to do so.
Thank you for the kind responses to my last reflections on my mother’s life. I greatly appreciate each of you for being a part of this virtual transformative learning circle wherever you may be in the world. My hope is that by sharing my learnings (and unlearnings) I am supporting the reflective process of our …
My mom...did not come to this world filled with fear. However, when her purpose, joy & talents were constantly undermined...She could no longer access that thing hidden deep down in her soul that others could not see & only she & the Divine cultivated.
What happens when the warmth of a new day, a new joy, a new will emerges? Emerges and re-minds and re-members and re-calls us back to love? Re-news our minds and re-minds us that we are loved?
As I hear Tupac’s truth through his beautiful metaphor of the rose that grew from concrete, while taking in both Nikki’s associated poem and the quote about change; I am led to the only question I have for us: What are the stories of your petals?