National Conference of Black Lawyers 40th anniversary. We came and went to Detroit last weekend, der twa as Jonathan likes to say approximating the french. Drove for 10 hours there and 10 hours back. Picked up a speeding ticket along the way. Stiffened my legs fo’ sho and I'm still workin’ out the kinks!
Motown is the same as other outlying cities relative to the greater New York area where we live. Areas of solidity, where stability is present and mums in bloom alongside trimmed lawns. Areas in shambles, where vacant houses and lots told of hopelessness and...we don't want to put anymore energy into describing it.
Meanwhile, my health is a concern as always and though I've worked on Mom with reiki and my dear sista K with a raindrop since the trip, that abrupt step that jammed my right leg muscles into my knee at someone's house is still causing memories I'd prefer to forget. Interesting, K said "forgiveness" is something she's thinking about--what does it really mean? I focused on the giving of it, especially to the self, because if one doesn't give to oneself one is not forewarned, not as careful, and therefore disarmed and vulnerable and prone to victimhood. Giving, as we say in Islamic circles and also in enlightened philanthropy, is always for the self. We know it as a way to purify spirit and grow the soul.
Back to starting with myself: I’ll take the time inshallah to make the hard-and-fast connection between her 1-2 cups daily in the AM and this slowness that has gripped her groin area and inhibits her walking easily. Forgiving me for any of coffee’s deleterious effects on my system has led me to clarity, energy and a peppering of my mind, opening the space for resolution of these holistic health issues and a redoubling of giving to Mom and others. I feel better already! And yes, I just had a cup.