March 2017 – Open Spaces: To Be Ready. To Share. To Sacrifice.

Open Spaces has been my theme lately; to use different spaces ( invisible to some and visible to others) to bring comfort and affirmation to individuals that are on the path of awakening and those individuals who are grieving a loss.

With this theme in mind, I have been finding myself in different spaces with individuals that continue to confirm within me that I must be there, wherever there is. To be ready when I am pulled. To share when its necessary. To sacrifice my story in service to others.

On a monthly basis, I will share these “Open Spaces” and the story that comes with it.

Venue: Private Venue in Maryland

Event: A Partnership for Change Dinner & Roundtable

Do you think we are on the cusp of a revolution?

What are you willing to sacrifice in the name of freedom?

What does it mean to be socially conscious?

Does our ancestors’ struggles have any effect on our culture?

These are the questions that swirl around in my head daily about the state of my life, how that looks to me and where I am or need to be for the world I live in. It is a constant mirroring, that in and out flow, like the beach when the waves push over the sand and draw back into the vast ocean. I take in wisdom and push out with purpose. I am doing the work, was my meditation leading up this moment, I am doing the work.

I wanted to know, so I asked that day at the table, “Is there a relationship between regular church attendance and social issues?”

I asked, “What is black power?”

I continued, “How far do you think the new administration will go with their policies?”

I had note cards on the dinner table for inspiration…

Stay woke. ~Ida B. Wells

I have learned over the years that when one’s mind is made up, this diminishes fear. ~Rosa Parks

The function of freedom is to free someone else. ~Toni Morrison

I incorporated this blog into those 3 hours that seemed to stretch out before me; To Inspire. To Empower. To Transform.

As a community of people, I envisioned 38 days beforehand, they were all there and accounted for. They would feed and be fed, knowledge, power, love, forgiveness and understanding from wherever they stood in life. Every generation was represented X, Y, and Z – all backgrounds, genders, and religions. I even had books on the table by Toni Morrison, Maya Angelou, James Baldwin, Sonya Sanchez, Gayle Jones, James P. Jones, Ta N’eisha Coates and more, for the sake of having some of the most profound authors there in spirit and in truth.

We shared our stories that gave way to our beliefs and we took a stand when questions arose at the dinner table. We respected each other when it was time for our neighbor to speak their truth. We smiled in acknowledgment or picked up our glasses to block our frowns and it was all in the name of working towards a better community.  What would community be without the perspective of our neighbors?

Like a great book coming alive, I felt the passion of the guests, the willingness to forgive, and the need to take a stand. In that moment, I felt like I was sitting around the table with family as well-behaved children dodged in and out of the kitchen refilling cups and taking away plates. I wish that it lasted an eternity.

In the end, it didn’t matter how much money they had or who had the latest car or clothes – it only mattered that they showed up and such is what the world requests of us every single day, to show up and be accounted for.

My Affirmation in this Space: I am doing.

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