Whenever my Elders started a sentence with the word…
I’d sit up in rapt attention.
In retrospect it was this word that would usually serve as a segue to something powerful that would echo when I needed it the most.
When I received one of the first sparks to begin tracing the roots of my Family Tree, it came by way of my Bigmama telling me:
When I debated stopping my genealogy research because I didn’t think that it mattered.
My Uncle Calvin grew frustrated and snapped at me one afternoon, telling me:
When I entertained the thought of dropping out of college and forgoing my aspirations of becoming a journalist.
My Aunt Lillian told me:
“Shit nephew… If you got a story to tell you’d better tell it, you don’t got no time to be sitting around like a bump on the log. We only here for a lil’ bit!”I ended up getting my undergraduate degree in Journalism: became a Journalist, a Writer, an Author, Blogger and serial doubter of the goodness of humanity.
So now, I listen intently for the echoes of the Ancients, by way of being still.
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