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Scraping the Smolder: The Kuumba Response

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  Scraping the Smolder: The Kuumba Response https://www.spreaker.com/episode/scraping-the-smolder-the-kuumba-response--72113846 When the roof is on fire and the smoke is thick, the absolute worst thing you can do is pull up a chair and start analyzing the chemical makeup of the flames. Yet, how often do we do exactly that with our lives? Today, on this double Kuumba day, we are challenging the urge to intellectualize our pain. We often sit in the ashes of our communities and our spirits, debating why we are hurting instead of moving into the rescue. Creativity isn't just about building something new; sometimes, the most profound act of Kuumba is taking a chisel to the charred wood of your life and scraping away the buildup. It is about removing the illusions and dropping the dead weight that the world has convinced you to carry. The river clears itself only when it stops trying to hold onto the mud. Reflection Questions: What obvious damage in your life are you currently over-anal...

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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