Please forgive me....

I just want to take a moment......to give thanks and praises for being alive in this space and time... I want to give thanks and praises for having my spirit housed in a temple that is healthy and fully functioning. I fully apologize to my temple for taking it for granted at times. I wake up on the go thinking what do I have to do or where do I have to go? But in the spirit of Sunday morning testimonials during devotional before service... I want to give honor to God and I add ...dieties, orishas, ancestors, and all other positive guiding spirits, for waking me up this morning, starting me on my way. That I have warm blood pumping through my veins, the use of my limbs, and my I am in my "right mind". I give thanks and praises for my BREATH because I realize that it is between my first breath (inspiration) and my last breath (expiration) that I live... and so let me take some time to just breathe..........

Black Joy is the Joy Warriors Bring................

Sometimes when I get frustrated with life - and need the strength to go through - I reflect on the warriorhood of my ancestors and think this ain't sh** compared to what they went through. I reflect on the focus of Malcolm, the selflessness of Harriet, the courage of Nat Turner, the organization and resolve of Zumbi of Palmares. And I think of how they planned their work and worked their plan. Even though it was uncomfortable for them...they did what they had to do and I am in Awe of their warriorhood. Quilombo is one of my favorite movies and I absolutely love the song about Zumbi especially the part that says - Black Joy is the Joy Warriors Bring.. I pray that in me fulfilling my divine purpose I spread Black Joy....