Writing about courage isn't a tough thing to do. I've already done it in this blog. I was telling yall about one of my sisters from a different mommie and mister, and well, I heard from her this week. She might be feeling some kind of way about things in her life right not, but she's doing it and feeling it, with all that courage she has.
Gratitude
is Done. Hope
has been checked off the list. There
was laughter and humor. (I got some #Humor in with #GSB7daychallenges #SeriousBusiness). I even
got a little inspired. Now it’s time we consider
COURAGE.
I’ve
often thought of courage, with the words one of those #tall runners shared with me #oaklandrelay #teamTallsAndSmalls … On taking
writing seriously, she told me to do it afraid. Isn’t that the way with
courage? A reaction to fear. Something scary happening to you, forcing you to
be decided about your next course of action. I don’t like the person my fear
reveals to me. She becomes this inanimate being, that watches the world move
around her. And this week was no different.
I
got (still have) a
terrible sinus infection. A sister-friend’s grandmother passed. Shellie is
mourning or grieving (or
hell, I don’t know).
And since the old folks used to say things happened in threes – I’m hoping that
the “dying” of my nasal cavity is being counted, because I can’t have any more
of this. I mean, did yall forget about that whole pandemic happening outside
our windows? Not that I was a fan or supporter of funeral related activities... My feelings aside, I have always wanted people to be able to make their peace, with their loss(es), in
the ways they see fit. And the’rona is out here seeing fit physical separations
– of all kinds. Can you imagine that? Not being able to wish those that have passed on a proper farewell, for the real possibility that you might join them in 14 days or less. My God.
I'm surprised I even got out there. I wasn't completely immobile this week, but I was completely static some of the time. DJ D-Nice keeps the doors to #ClubQuarantine open, and I need my #LoveBizarre fix, which forces me to move. But
that’s also the thing about courage isn’t it? It surprises you.
10k = 6.2 miles
Running
(outdoor): 6.35 miles
[The
Math: There I go,
overachieving again…if you can even call it that.]
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| Scarlet Flowers (Los Angeles, CA) |
The
first time we met, at her home, I was overwhelmed by yellow. It was giving me
...oh,
maker did you know... and I need your
sunshine on me vibes. It was the feeling of yellow, of
sunflowers, vibrating through you. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt more at home in
a place I did not live in my life. I brought with me a sunflower mug, as is the
custom to bring the host flowers. We hugged. There were more vibrations. Those vibrations,
those emotions, those feelings, have so many names. We loop them into love
though. That was love.
That
woman is not just a sunflower, she is everything that sunflowers represent.
Courage being above them all. This 10k was because of her. Because maybe that surprise
I felt was a reverberation of the vibration we shared that first day. I
thought I had only gone four miles, but when I was almost home, I was already passed
the six-mile mark. I imagine with everything she is facing, in the difficult
times that these are, I think she is tapping into something on the inside – and
maybe something like me, it’s a surprise to her, too. And she’s finding out
that she has more, is doing more, is at her own six-mile mark, when only a few
were required.
The
Un-Canceled Project, Part One ends on COMMITMENT.
I
see what yall did there. I see.
