Freedom is a beautiful thing, it is defined as enjoying personal rights or liberty, as a person who is not in slavery.

Everything that flies has wings. Everything that has wings, needs space to spread them. Wings vary from color, shape, size and pace. The type of wings that gets one person from place to place may look drastically different than another set of wings that serve the same purpose – flight.

Quarantine, oh quarantine. The levels of frenzy, fear, panic, grief, uncertainty & unrest that our nation has experienced in these past several months have been upending for many: families displaced, jobs lost, incomes squelched, loss and grief, illness and death. Interruption on all levels.

According to my dear friend Webster, anxiety is “distress or uneasiness of mind caused by fear of danger or misfortune”. It robs us of the beauty of life. Ravishes our purpose. Can’t eat, sleep or even think straight. Life is clouded.

I once worked for an Afro-centric organization that perpetually stated and believed that “everything is in order”. No matter what it looks like, feels like, smells like…everything is in order.

Today, I saw something brand new – something dark in me was enlightened. In the bible times, blindness was completely debilitating. There were no modern or technological advancements such as braille, things that talk and help guide you, walking sticks, etc.

In this photo we can only clearly see one thing. How foreign? We live in a fast paced, multi-dimensional, multi-faceted culture that pulls our hearts, our minds, our desires, our attention, our convictions, our values, our commitments—and don’t forget our pockets—in a million different directions all at one time.

My mother is a wordsmith—she wastes not her educational pursuits and experiences. When she was in disbelief that someone had the nerve to do or say something…she would use one of two phrases: “I can’t believe he/she had the pure, unadulterated, gall….” Or “I can’t believe he/she had the gumption…” Ma’am, what is a gall and a gumption?...And where did you learn these words??

There was a popular song back in the 80’s by Mtume “You, Me and He…what we gonna do baby?” I don’t know if yal know about that good music, but when it struck me to write this blog…this song immediately popped into my head. The song is about infidelity and indiscretion.

Memories....is there any power in them or are they simply a meaningless, routine part of life? What good are they? How can they be used to our advantage?