You ever wonder where your old self went? Do you ever crave to be as powerful as you used to be? Like something in side of you has been buried for so long you forgot where it went. You long for it to be back just to feel your body react to a positive emotion once again.
Today I was reminded of a memory from long ago. It was an occurrence that happened in my youth. One that changed my outlook on life, forever. I felt my body react. My shoulders straightened and my belly felt strong. There was a power and a clarity running through me. It was like I was there again while I sat at my kitchen table.
Before I dive into the details of the terrible yet enlightening occurrence. Let me set the scene for you. It was a spring day in southern Mississippi and I couldn't take my eyes of the red roads. There were fractions in this society, a separation still amongst its habitats. Not being from the area, it all felt so new to me. I had traveled in the night before for my name sakes funeral. My Great Aunt Sara. Her ceremony was filled with tears, laughter, pain, and joy. She was a light who is missed by many. She made it her life's purpose to break the boundaries of separation and I feel she was well rewarded by her efforts in the last of her days. As we all came to her home to continue her celebration. We connected as one big family at her table just like she wanted. You need to understand that this was more than just a table. It was a masterpiece weathered by love and many body's sharing it as one. To some, it would just seem a overly large picnic table in the center of her home. But to us in that moment it was the heart of our beloved who was gone. Amish, Christian, Indian, African American, white, black and brown, old and young alike, all sitting together. We were sharing our love, our food, and our dreams. 50+ of us all come together, because of this wonderful woman, my ancestor.
As the Joy continued into the afternoon, I felt a pull to take a walk around the lovely Mississippi yard. Admiring the new plants and taking in the odd shape and colors of the rocks. My feet started to lead me to the front of the house near the half circle driveway. As I stood there time started to slow. In my memory my biological time stops just like in the mo