thejourney

     It is a beautiful spring morning. I am sitting on my front porch, scrapbook in hand. I am reminiscing on my life. There are wonderful times that I would repeat if I could. And then there are challenges and disappointment that I dare not wish to relive. A young child is seated at my feet, listening to every word I speak. She is galvanized by my tone and disposition. She was me in my youth. As I look into her eyes on this beautiful spring day, I feel as if I am staring directly at summer. Her youth and uninhibited courage remind me of my earlier days. I smile and she reciprocates. I am old, she is young. I have dreamed and lived the dream(s) while her dreams still percolate and take form in her youthful mind. As I hold up a document that marked the change of our nation, she stares in silent amazement. Though her young mind can’t fathom the steps of evil that were tread through to get to this good, she is in awe. She stares at me and asks, ” Nana what’s that?” And with tear filled eyes and a boldness that could rival the bravest lion I say to my granddaughter, ” Baby girl, this is a picture of the first black president of the United States. No matter what you do or where you go in life, NEVER let anyone tell you NEVER!!”

     As I sat watching the election results come in, this image flashed through my head. I have heard stories from the elder members of my family about the days of slavery and of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. They would tell me the struggles of the past and the difference between the past and the present. My grandmother (God rest her soul) would stroke my hair and say “Ressie I used to pick cotton and we used to have to kill our own meat to cook.” And now, as I sit here, I will be able to say that I lived in the time of and voted for THE FIRST BLACK PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.  Now, one thing must be said. Barack didn’t win my support merely because he is black or a democrat. The truth is that there are some aspects of the Republican theory that I do support– in theory only.  The idea that we, as a country, can basically govern ourselves is an idealistic notion. Nevertheless, the actuality of this method of government working for the broad spectrum of America has yet to be proven. Giving more to those with more rarely results in a trickling down of anything. Those that have tend to keep and want more. That is just the human nature of greed. For some people, there never seems to be enough.

     From this moment forward, we as a country will never be the same. There is hope. There is joy and the possibility of anything. There’s nothing impossible when unity is present. Believe and do not fear your dreams. There will be challenges, but NEVER SAY NEVER!!!!!

FMH,

Shiri

     This is just a snippet of last night’s fabulousness!!! ENJOY!!

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