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You’ll be glad to know I made it safely to TN. I had a brief layover in Charlotte before arriving home to a slight drizzle. It was a joy to my senses. When I left Phx the sun was raping my skin, so I was happy to feel the slickness of rain… and not sweat. I would’ve stood in it forever but my cousin/the ride politely told me to “bring my ass on”! After hugging, assessing, and reassuring we decided each was as their were during the winter holidays and we were free to leave.
While in the airport, I loved seeing the rocking chairs. Is that a southern airport thing? You better tell me now as I WILL claim all the good things in the world are predominantly southern. Yes, we know NY thinks it’s a country, Texas believes itself to be a nation, Florida allows Miami to tell it it’s Cuban (Bless their Hearts), and California… well poor little Cali hasn’t showered in weeks and keeps handing everyone ‘love beads and brownies’.
One Second you guys.
Stop that California!!! I’m not playing with you. Oh you think this is funny!? What? I have a walrus behind me. What did you take this time??? Just sit done somewhere, I’m trying to write a letter to my readers!
Ok, where was I? Oh yes…
But in my mind I don’t mind branches, they create wonderful things like fruits, nuts, flowers, & foliage. However, I like being the roots of things, aiding them along and helping them grow. Sure folks forget about what in the dirty, but it’s a whole world below affecting everything around it. Tonight Nashville gave me fireflies and moonlight and before I became too romantic and fanciful it gave me a mosquito bite the size of Gibraltar. Balance always.
So I began a journal at the beginning of my trip back. It may or may not end up in my ‘future’ book. I’ll keep you posted… I’m trying the one day at a time thing because there are no sureties, just truths. One thing I know is going home gives perspective. We learn who we are, who we used to be, and who we can become. I’ll slide home– finish one transition, recoup , keep my focus. I don’t care if it grounds me. If I stand with a cruddy face and motley clothing. I’ll be no worse for the wear and I will stand and dust myself off. You just gotta make sure you stand back from the mirror next time when you see yourself rounding third 😉
If you don’t push yourself, challenge you, and motivate you WHO will?
It should not be a crime to seek a better life or to exist.
There is an attempt to introduce a new law that will ensure children born to illegal immigrants, will ALSO be considered illegal. A friend recently asked me why I was so surprised by the bill. He reminded me that this wasn’t anything new under the sun. Then he looked me dead in the eyes and said, “You remember from a slave, born a slave…” I felt slapped in the face by his truth and then I accepted it for the truth it was. I fear for the future of this country more and more. I pray, we choose civil disobedience… but I see we are at war with ourselves. I know what happens when you back an animal in the corner and in the blood that runs in my veins, I see what it does to humans.
My Grandmother always told me, “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen”. It’s one of the first lessons you learn, if you want to be a kitchen baby. I have found it hard to acclimate to hell… Summer has arrived in Arizona, and I feel scorched. It’s a magician that turns your skin into sandpaper, your brain to slush, and your even temperament to senility. I’ve never been a day-napper, but 5 seconds in this weather and I am utterly lethargic, burnt out. There used to be a commercial in which they informed the public the temperature in our mouths was a whopping 98˚. I decided that anything outside of my body’s natural temperature is torturous. I love me too much to do myself intentional harm.
Folks get brown in the sunshine–Roy Ayers
So, this prodigal daughter is returning to the south. Summer’s in Tempe are harsh and relentless. You can find the thermometer reading 109˚ 2:46a.m. Sun Up to Sun Down, there is heat and more heat and hot! At least in the dirty south, when the sun goes down the Weeping Willows blow kisses in the breeze. Magnolia leaves make great fans. As a youth, I spent many a day skygazing beneath a Hickory or Pecan tree. I’m not the brightest bulb in the package, but I believe it’s safe for me to assume cacti don’t create wind, no matter how much air billows. So I am leaving this place and space to find a home that resonates with my soul. A place where I don’t mind turning my face up to the sunshine.
I thank everyone who has provided this heart with shade and given my seeds water to grow, but the thing about transplants is we are uprooted. I see the supple stems protruding from my pot. I must reroot myself… take me back to the source. No matter how much you love something, some things just aren’t meant to grow everywhere and if you force it, you might find you’ve overwatered it, killed it with love. I would love to stay for some of you, but I have to leave.