I’ve said this before.
I want to have conversations.
When I was very young, I had difficulties knowing which Adult conversations were for my ears and which ones weren’t. I paid the price for repeating just a syllable of the conversations that weren’t for my ears.
That lesson learned; the Adults within the family, and without, would give me a wink or nod as to when I could stick around and listen. There would come a time when I would be asked for input.
99% of the time, I knew I wasn’t ready for prime time articulation. That one-percent was voiced with trepidation. The Adults and Elders I hung out with were the serious ones. They taught me to speak when I had something to contribute and schooled me when I didn’t. They would give me their full attention and decide how they were going to interpret and respond.
That education I took very seriously. That was ‘Africana ways Of Knowing’. That was ’Governance'; the likes of which that is passed down from generation to generation. Ancestor to Descendants.
Tell Me Something Good!
I’m now one of the Elders. My Elders groomed me for this and I need to recognize.
We educate, support, and nurture those coming up behind us.
And we have conversations! If you have anything on your mind; start a conversation! Here! If one is already started; join in! This is a safe space. Nobody is on the attack.
This Elder (me) is reminded by Ancestor Zora Neale Hurston; ‘Speak, So You Can Speak Again’. And this is what I do. This is what you need to do! Speak! Talk to me.
I Got Your Back! We be Groovin’ Without Fear!
A little housekeeping going forward. I will be rewriting a few of my post from Facebook. Since an algorithm fueled low percentage of my ‘friends’ have read them, I’m going to update the worthy ones and post them here, in hopes that 100% of my subscribers can catch the vapors and potentially spread the goods.
The goods will be evident by the conversations we have.
Asé
Peace & Blessings,
“Guided by the Ancestors”