Those ongoing narratives of discovery – at the intersection of social media and the search for God's face.
Finding the Glorious Ones – Those love frequencies
It is said that if you set something to music – then it will eventually find its way into the subconscious and the conscious mind.
For example, we can recall the lyrics and jingles of yesteryear – remembering where we were, who we were with and even the smells and the sights with uncanny precision.
However, it is my contention that laughter is but a medium of music…
“… Music helps because it provides a rhythm and rhyme and sometimes alliteration which helps to unlock that information with cues. It is the structure of the song that helps us to remember it, as well as the melody and the images the words provoke.”
Which is probably why I remember the stories of my folk, sometimes word for word.
Recollections of my Pops, Bigmama, Grandma and em’…
There was a collective of souls… searching for their roots and their paths intersected.My Grandmother’s were my Lighthouses in an ugly world.When I found the spots where my folk stood around the corner… I was humbled to the core.Me and my Pops in 1980 something…How could I not… tell the stories our folk to these glorious souls?The gravity of love pulled my folk together.I was always at my happiest – sitting next to my Bigmama listening to the stories about our family.When their children gather – the Ancestors are known to smile.Whenever my people gather – our Ancestors are known to smile.I didn’t find my folk… they found me.My parents always reinforced the power of Family.The frequencies of love echo loudly in my family.My favorite Auntie – taught me the arts of selflessness.The author outside of the National Museum of African American History and Culture, Washington D.C (Opening Day 2016).Smiles and laughter… the gift from my Ancestors
Their words were always infused with a laughter that has always served to make me whole – especially during the Holidays, because gathering provided us with power in numbers, something that I learned that many families are lacking in.
Simply put?
I’ve learned that the power of family… is music for the soul with laughter as the soundtrack.
My family started calling me the Ancestor Whisperer, because it was said that I found my folks, but I’d argue that it was they who found me.
Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that:
"People need to get off of their rump and do something".
All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.
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