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I find it quite fascinating that the day before George Floyd gets killed brutally and publicly God starts teaching me about racism. You’d think that I should and would naturally obviously know and know.  I knew but have been so detached from the topic as a whole.  I want to blame it on being a black person that grew up in Africa but maybe that’s no excuse. I want to blame it on being christian and thinking that fighting for justice is unforgiving but the confessions of me, this black indifferent person are these; I was putting forgiveness over wounding. Healing over bleeding. Idealism over reality. And I see that I was wrong. I read an 8 paged article by Karen Mains, a lovely old white lady that I have gotten to know over the past month titled 'Confessions of a recovering racist' and the timing was insanely perfect. A day before George loses his life. The exposure the books she ,Karen, read that summer forcing her to write her article gave her a better understanding of how syst

Hi. My theory of what life is really about. At least for now, is this; If I say the word straight up, you might leave me too soon so watch me drag this out. I was talking to a friend a couple weeks ago when I closed the discussion by letting him in on my conclusion of what life is about. He agreed.  The conversation was on several things, ranging from details on grief to ones talking about love. To how life's hard and can sometimes be easy. How we can really never know everything. A lot of the perspective I am about to share was informed by one of my favorite books where the author talks about the overflowing nature of God that intricately and intrinsically brings forth and out life.  So full of it that all he can do is give of it. and so here we are. in a world so dark and yet so bright. with scents and sounds in nature to echo this life giver. with artists and talents to portray His creativity. Giving. I love love love a good poem, if you're old here, you probably