I am a very wealthy womban. No, I don’t have a beach front mansion or a safe full of dead presidents, but what I do have is sovereignty over how I invest my time. All of my time is invested in activities that are nurturing to myself and to others. I have a great work and rest balance and enjoy most of my days exploring the magical medicine we call music. The freedom to invest my energy where I choose is what makes me a very wealthy womban. Choosing to place my energy in alignment with guidance from the Most High is what protects and continues to bless my reality as a wealthy womban.
As I look over this month, I can count 10 abundant opportunities I was granted to exchange my energy for resources in ways that nurtured both myself and others. To begin I performed soon to be released nu music at the 2nd Annual Black Arts Expo hosted at the Savannah Cultural Arts Center. I hosted 4 drum circles including one to celebrate my two year anniversary of hosting circles at The Historic Beach Institute. I performed within the Gally of Georgia Southern University and played the music forYoga for the Soul with Stephanie Davis at the Frank G Murray Community Center. I facilitated a libation for the 7th annual Black History Program at Susie King Taylor Community School and to finish the month off strong I was one of the contributing artists for Down By the Riverside, a storytelling experience led by Lillian Grant Baptiste at Plant Riverside.
With all that I am afforded to do as a wealthy womban, I am certain to invest time to rest and reflect. Today I think about how awesome it is that I get to live like this. I also honor a breath of solidarity for times where this way of living was strongly restricted by those who disagreed with the inherent wealth and worthiness of my ancestors. Today as I write this, it is the third day of the third month. This day marks 165 years since the largest recorded sale of enslaved persons which took place just a stones throw from my parents home in West Savannah GA. March 2-3rd is known as the day that God cried, The Weeping Time, when 460 divine beings, family members, and loved ones where sold away from each other under the pouring of tears from the sky.
It has been raining for the last two days, as it has been around this time since I moved to Savannah 5 years ago. As I celebrate the historic moments I was afforded to witness last month, I can’t help but take slow and deep breaths to pause and remember those who wept.
As I pause, I ponder on the wonder that in all that changes, water remains the same. The water I drink and bathe in today is the same water that was used by my greatest grandparent. The same water I use to cook or make tea is the same water that was used by my eldest ancestors. I encourage you as you flow through your day to invest time to reflect and give respect to the mighty journey you are stepping through. As you bathe or wash your hands I hope you take a moment to ponder on the power of water. As you ponder I hope you remember your power and apply it to nourishing aims. Remember in this life dear soul, we get what we give. I encourage you to give love and respect to the one that created the water. Let us put words and thoughts and actions into the water that are nourishing because as time continues on and your great great great grandchildren walk upon this land the same water will be here and that same water will remember.
Thankh you.
Thankh you for tuning into this weeks article Dear Soul. If you are in Savannah Friday March 8th, I hope to see you at the Spoken Word and Sound Healing Drum Circle I will be hosting at The Historic Beach Institute.
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