Spiritual & Community Oriented: I WANT A VILLAGE

I truly believe that it takes a village to raise a child. That village acts as the vessel to bring forth the next generation within our society. However, if children are being murdered at the tender age of six then that means the village does not exist. The next generation is in danger of not taking our places at all. Rallies are an outdated model that only bring people together to call attention to an issue for a few hours and then everything dissipates. We are beyond marching. We are beyond prayer. We are beyond planning. Take everything and throw it out. We need to return to traditional values that are ancestors held dear. It takes a village to raise a child. We need to create our village.
My own humble existence has been placed in these shoes. The Circle of Sisterhood was created with the intent for women to come together and support each other in a sacred healing space. My next step? Education from the ground up. It has to start from the womb and continue into adulthood. I have spoken to an Afrocentric private school not far from my home. The conversation was interesting because I am not pregnant nor do I plan to be so anytime soon. However, in the face of a primary child being shot, I feel compelled to do something personal going forward. Every time it comes up in conversation, I get the chills. Our children need us to do something. We need us to do something else because our current efforts are failing.
There is a group that now exists in Miami for parents that have lost children. Imagine the pain of burying a life that you brought forth. It never leaves. We can not stand by and allow these members of our society to face this pain alone. A new formula must be put together and it is going to take all of us. Politicians, educators, healers, religious leaders, parents, students……..walk, talk, pray, plan, change. We are running out of caskets. We are running out of space. Time is against us.

Valentine’s Day

My life is rooted in full time work as well as the freelance world. The combination of the two affords me a reality that is interesting and often filled with duality. I am an employee and my own boss at the same time. I am the woman that truly works seven days a week. While others are enjoying their time off, I am often engaged in some sort of event that helps to develop my brand. An interesting twist to this is that when I do attend networking events, I do so for the social aspect. However, when in full work mode, there is only one agenda: be the music.
Valentine’s Day found me decked out in a new red blouse so that my red dress would not make another appearance all over social media for the second consecutive year. My day began entertaining at the spa as people walked in for their pampering appointments. I was showered with giant smiles and cries of joy. Compliment after compliment put me in appreciation heaven. A two hour break soon found me in Subway. Food somehow gets lost in the mix on performance days. It was not long before my marathon began with the nursing homes. There were three that were on my agenda. Luckily for me, enough music had finally been scanned into my IPAD. Playing songs from a pre-selected folder was so easy and it made me feel so very organized. By the time my home saw me again, the only thing that could greet me was my bed. Happy Valentine’s Day…..

Lady of Harp
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