Monday, January 18, 2016

Learning to be Old, Gifted and Black!

The Joys of growing Old, Gifted and Black!
When I was a child, our mantra was “I’m Black and I’m proud and I’m saying it loud…etc.” There was more to my mantra, but its irrelevant to my discussion and reflection today.
Nobody told us that we would not always be “young, gifted and black” One day you may become old, though you might still be gifted and black. What did you do with that youth? What did you do with that giftedness? What did you do with that skin? Did it limit you? Did it free you? Did it help or hurt anyone else?
These are questions for me on this 35th anniversary of our celebrating MLK’s birthday.
YOUTH---

I am sure that I have never done anything as controversial as Rosa Parks. But as my hair grays, I am starting to see that this woman which I semi-regarded, I am starting to see her in the mirror. Aging Black woman, me, never been in the paper for your civil-rights actions; but, what do people see when they see you? I have a story of walking into adulthood and developing a right human esteem, in the light of perspectives that our country was working through in its attempt to shed the sad history that we were working with in the 60’s. I love America. I love that we all participate in the identity of our nation. We are wicked together and we are redeemed, politically together. “You’ve got your soul in tact!” Aretha bellowed, in her rendition of YGB. I am thankful that I am black, because it means that I don’t have to answer for the slave trade, seemed the sentiment. I don’t think that is really true, but it is a sentiment. We have our own parts in that matter. Learning forgiveness and transcendence over hard trials, through our faith in God. This lesson is very strong in the Black Church, as I have seen. 1.We must not rejoice in calamity!

2.We must not enter into the naughty behavior. 3.We must give God the glory in our rejoicing and in our suffering
At least these three things are what is meant to have your soul in tact! None of these perspectives save us, it is true: there is a great advantage, in living for God, knowing this, though. I have seen that in my life. I grew up believing in personal and social vindication, through violence. I said to myself, if America was right to Revolt, Malcolm X is truly American. I didn’t have the benefit of the spiritual instruction that was the bedrock of the nonviolent counterpart. I was taught to fight, I had no idea, that the little phrase of Aretha would haunt my soul through out life “You got your soul in tact?” Every fight, personal and social, takes a piece of your soul out of you, from the inside out. I would have to learn that the hard, hard way.
I was a hardened, emotionally bitter 16 year old, when God took me into the school of social, mental, and physical renewal. God showed me my soul, before Him. Undone, unacceptable, none of us has a right to look at any of the injustices done to us and feel superior. God showed me that. Personally, socially, and especially spiritually there is redemption, only in Jesus. More judgment is owed to you, in your sixteen years in sin, than is owed to the whole slave trade! I better flee to Christ, He is my only hope!
Martin was saying, I am a Christian. I have no right to hold any man captive, by my own retaliation. I certainly couldn’t see that part of the puzzle, while I was holding my grudges. Nonviolence was not a response of Ghandi-an imitation, only. It was the only right response, in the light of the great redemption, paid for, by our Precious and Suffering Savior.

Even with my soul intact, it took 54 years for me to see that side of the puzzle. I see that the only thing more blessed to me than Being Saved, is knowing that my soul is in tact, though my mind and my body may be deteriorating. The greater blessing than being Young Gifted and Black! I am Saved and I am Redeemed and I am saying it loud. “Get your soul in tact!”

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Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA





Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)


He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.