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  Is Your "Love" for the Community Getting You Beaten by the Rain? https://www.spreaker.com/episode/nia-the-filter-for-the-collective--71775198 We’ve all been there—juggling a million projects, answering every "can you help me?" text, and showing up for every "collective" effort until we’re bone-tired and bitter. We call it Ujima. We call it being a "good brother" or a "strong sister." But what if that busyness is actually a virus? Today we dive into Nia (Purpose). In a world that wants us scattered, Nia is the ultimate filter. If Ujima is the work , Nia is the why . Without the why, the work is just another form of exhaustion. We explore why "love is blind" can be a dangerous proverb for a NationBuilder, and how to use the yellow light of Nia to burn away the "buildup" of false responsibilities. Call to Inaction: Today, do not look for a new goal. Look for a commitment to quit. Release the need to be the answer to e...

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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