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  Carving Out Your Masterpiece https://www.spreaker.com/episode/carving-out-your-masterpiece--70921182 We’ve been lied to about what it means to be creative. Society tells us that Kuumba requires us to build, stack, and add to our lives. But what if the exact opposite is true? Look in the mirror. How much of what you carry isn't actually yours? The stress, the false narratives, the masks required to survive in certain rooms—it’s all just buildup. To find your true power, you don't need another seminar, another hustle, or another title. You just need a chisel. It’s time to scrape away the noise so the masterpiece can breathe. Call to Inaction: The tree does not grow by holding onto its dead leaves; it grows by letting them fall. What is one expectation from someone else you can completely stop caring about today? What "busy work" are you using to distract yourself from your own thoughts? Get the "Nguzo Saba Narrative Map" to help you find your way through the...

Final GoodBye III- Writing for Healing

His Story is Mine

His story is mines,
Better yet my story is his,
For now I can no longer deal with what was,
Now I have to deal with what is.
A great tree has fallen in the forest of life,
A tree that provided shade for many and a shelter from strife.
But this is not the end of his tory for his story is mine,
And his story will live through his bloodline for all time.
His story is not over because his story is mine, and I need for his loved ones to read between the lines.
Although his body is gone his spirit is strong, that explains why through the pain and confusion he lived so long.
Fear not because his story is not over because his story is mine,
He has made it to peace and he rest with the divine
We are the seeds and saplings grafted from his tree and now he can rest in comfort for his story can be told by we.
His story is not over, because his story belongs to me
For I am a proud branch on his family tree, I will always remember those that came before, those that struggled like no people before.
Like Miles Brown and the lady known as Ms. Ann their stories will live because it was passed to my hands
Like Herman Brown and Rosa lee
Like Geneva and Herman brown the second, and Cleven Brown now can peacefully join their essence
Although his body has now been returned to the earth
His story and their story has been cemented  in  time by Cleven Miles Brown's birth.
His story his mine, his story is ours, his story is ours.
Now tell it.......

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