There is a time to cry, a time to celebrate, a time to mourn, a time to fear, to be angry, times of despair and times of hope..
A time to dig deeper.
There are times when we must reach back and take a look at our past in order to bring the future into sharper focus. There's a time to gaze in wonder at how much has been overcome.
There's a time to process the reality of certain matters.
The fact that African Americans are doing what humans do when provided with opportunity - consuming knowledge, building wealth and family, working out their spirituality, exercising faith, giving and receiving love, harboring hope for an American Presidency (fancy that), nurturing their children......is still unsettling for some Anglo Americans who may still be stuck in a time warp.
It's not surprising or unsettling to African Americans that we have come this far by faith.....because of course we already knew we were not chattel, not separate or unequal....Not Lesser than.....
We had already moved on and reclaimed our heritage, our sense of Place .... Locked in our God Given Power as Humans, already knew we were regal, brilliant, beautiful...... or did we....do we?
Do we 'all' always act like we know what we are doing here on the Planet......what we were 'called into being' to become during the time we've been given.
What is our state of mind Black or White or any shade of human in between?
Let's exercise patience with ourselves and others as the walls continue to crumble, the last vestiges of bigotry and hate are dismantled. Shackles are shed.
We are crossing battle lines of race and religion, creed and gender
We are visiting places of worship outside of our comfort zone.
We are kneeling and praying in Harmony
We are becoming.......more Human
All is not lost....
It's a time of healing and finding common ground, It's a time of great peril and travail before the birthing of A New Earth
It's No Small Matter, the lives of our children
From the beginning until the end of Time the children will lead the way....
Happy Anniversary Dad
Today I may have been happy, but instead I feel sad
May have been Happy that I was able to present to you, your story on this the 5th Anniversary of your passing.....
But I've been so busy dad....
Busy Trying to keep your descendants alive
Keep My Sanity
Reach out to Humanity
Find my voice
Trying to dim the mournful sound of Doves' Cry
Dad I feel so petrified, paralyzed by something that resembles fear...still not clear....may be some sadness and anguish mixed in there.
Just can't fight the sensation of feeling perilously perched on the precipice of deep despair for Our World.
And so on this your Anniversary
My heart is not glad only sad
About all that's been going on since you've been gone.
But..... I asked one of your grandchildren to give voice to what he's been feeling while I continue to seek healing.
And he stepped up so well... He made me proud.... and all the mothers out there and fathers too.... and so will you.
Love, Your Daughter
P.S. Your grandson has big Dreams Dad.
He Believes He Can Fly
Our Hope is that his and many other of his Generation will Live out their Dreams
A brighter son you couldn't find amongst Ms. B's 9 children. Stars twinkled, smoldered and burned brightly in Jeremiah's eyes as he gazed upwards at the island sun. Yet his restless spirit simultaneously scanned the horizon in constant search for brighter suns....
This is the preamble to A Story that’s been a long time coming.
Stories give meaning and structure to our fabricated lives.
They provide a framework for our existence... A Springboard for change.
Tend the Fire.. Feed the Embers:
St Elmo’s story is Coming soon to A kindle near you
Come out of sadness from wherever you've been
Come broken-hearted, let rescue begin
Come find your mercy, oh sinner come kneel
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven can't heal
With Ms Gaye Boston you get no opportunity for your driving lane to “stop here” Instead she sends you hurtling along as she careens through her journey. Her offering is at once witty and refreshing, but full of guile.
Even as this author breaks through the speed limits at deceptively dizzying speeds, through dark spaces and triumphant hairpin turns, her precision of thought is astounding. You the reader will not be permitted to go lazily along for a 10 mile ride, instead, you’ll be forced to examine the seat of your own discomfiture, relinquish your death grip on your life and grow into your greatness…all the while being young and beautiful and openly Gaye…
No straightforward tales of woe here. Ms Boston, assumes your fluency in humanistics. And if your illiteracy in such matters defeats you on your first try, O gentle reader, then… No Guff, use your rereading strategies! Then again, alas you may be… yet young...but not to worry you’re, coming …you’ll see it in your eye skin, hear it in your heartbeat and feel it in your spirit when it’s time for Growing Young.
I am possessed by God's Love and I have no options.