👵🏾 On the #WashingtonDeluxe 🚌 #bus from #NYC to #DC and I’m grateful for the last rest stop. I just took one of the #bracelets that my 103 year-old Great-Grandma Brown left behind after transitioning in February (She departed on #Superbowl Sunday and during Black History Month. She did nothing small even in her departure! 😂) and moved it closer to my #heart. ❤️
I wondered why I was drawn to Colorado this week with Cousin Samuel.
Higher elevation appears critical for me to rise to a place of action–to have the difficult conversations with myself.
Now, I pause to glance back at my hearty writing session from only an hour or so ago.
I am allowing you in on this fiercely floral conversation.
Tickled by my tone, cadence, and posture, I now grow even more thankful for my growth.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t be alarmed; I’m not always this cold, blunt, or rigid. But some days require it.
💐It begins here:
I dug, trespassingly into my comfort zone and •went• there. Asking rhetorical questions, I ripped at my own ego.
“Time is filled with swift transition,
Naught of earth unmoved can stand,
Build your hopes on things eternal,
Hold to God’s unchanging hand.”
It’s hard to believe that it’s been nine years since my family got the news that I was being rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. My mouth was twisted. I couldn’t say my name without slurring or stuttering. My right side was limp. No laughter. No wit. Very little strength. I was having a mild stroke.
I thought about releasing my book today. And then I thought again.
I realize that my readers are not just from English speaking countries. They’re from all around the world. My former students at King Saud University in Saudi Arabia inspired me to not only complete my eBook in English, but