A Taste Of Power | A Black Woman's Story

 

I've spent the first two weeks of Women's History Month examining my own history. Reflecting, writing, and trying my best to find the focus to read for more than an hour at a time. The loudness of the world is resounding and more than often distracting. Mindful practices such as meditation and journaling have helped me to quiet the external noise, but of course there's still the traffic jam in my mind. Have you ever been on the Los Angeles 405 at 3:00 pm on a Friday? Yeah, it's something like that. A more tangible example is when you're listening to a podcast and someone walks in the room speaking directly to you, without pause, over said recording. The jumble of two conversations going on at once is enough to send me into a fury. Yes, that seems dramatic - but feel me, I working through my easy overwhelm. (c'mon ya'll know that shit is annoying.)

Legacy is something I've been working toward establishing for a long time. While in the midst of intentionally living my life as oppose to just surviving; I'll often question with a hopeful heart what will be the fruits of my legacy. I'm working on letting the work and my personal works speak for themselves. My gifts come with a responsibility and that does not weigh lightly on me. However, I have also been gifted with experiences, lessons, and tools in the stories of others to assist me. This brings me to Elaine Brown's story. One that I am just starting and felt very fitting to begin as we've just transitioned from Black History Month to Women's History Month. Let it be known, Black history and the celebration of Women is an all day, every day, 365 function around here. I'm certainly not new to this but very true to it. In this, I am myself a walking, breathing, loving, budding, thriving, born-tired, fired up, embodiment of both Black and Woman history. I must know the paths forged before me to do my due diligence to clear the path for myself and those that will follow. The story of a powerful Black Woman is one that we're familiar with as we witness it every single day. We all know a Black woman who rarely takes her cape off from saving the world around her. The acknowledgment, the empathy, and the support of these women and the tribulations which would become their triumphs is what we need to highlight. 

Yeah, I know. I'm pulling up to start Women's History month fashionably late (my at home leisure attire is *chefs kiss*). But I'm here, and honestly never left. I'll be back once I've dived in to Elaine's story to share my thoughts and feels. In the meantime, pick up a book by a woman- bonus if it's a Black woman and learn you something.