A Time Capsule a Drift, in the Pacific

We all know the hardest thing about going on a vacation is returning to a desk full of work. It’s back to school business, office assignments and programs a plenty! If I may quote Soul II Soul, “ back to the here and now!” still if you were to ask me about my summer, I’d answer incredibly inspiring and impactful. It was entirely awesome to witness a part of this Nation that I have only ever read about. I got to behold a landscape so pristine that was set against a backdrop of farm land much like my formative years in Hershey, PA (Salute to all the Milts from coast to coast) never the less the west coast had eluded me until this past July. California’s true wonder rests in its geographical composition. The state of California extends from breath taking cliffs that rise above crystalline nearly turquoise pools. The Pacific pushes and sweeps powerful waves against massive boulders. The coast of Northern California is prime subject material for a painter’s definitive piece. Envelop your senses in a shore line that boasts an endlessly vibrant pallet. Steady your sight on vegetation lush enough to command your attention. Get lost in glorious sunsets then be baptized by the invigorating mist that travels across the bay. There is a thriving Agrarian Society that has sustained much of the protected undeveloped land. Produce that travels a brief distance from the ground to your plate bursts with fresh flavor. Horticulture of so many varieties including what some states have deemed as a controlled substance becomes a marketable resource. Furthermore the population progresses as they conserve, develop, run farms, businesses and raise their families. This cooperative with residents and municipalities affords Sonoma and neighboring counties with the ability to maintain its organic Beauty. Stepping into a region that is both suspended in time and light years ahead of metropolitan trends will force you to plant your feet firmly in the present moment. My county of residence for nearly 2 decades has been an urban collage of sirens, pollution, traffic, and overcrowded housing conditions. The faces revealing the harsh realities of low income, meager access to assets, services and the looming fear of the unknown are all too familiar. I recognize these wrinkles of anxiety. I am familiar with these blemishes from tension baked in a pressure cooker because this has upon occasion been my own reflection. I have inhaled the stench of struggle; plugged into the poverty matrix yet I have refused to limit my perspective to these circumstances. I reject conventional expectations and will not limit my vision simply because I do not have the means. I am brazen enough to earn the whispers of others and wayward enough to steal a glimpse behind the curtain. The gift of imagination and a shield of faith help cultivate this bravery. Valor is not an exclusive badge worn by first respondents and military service men and women. Courage and understanding are the pre-requisites for challenging socially accepted ideals. Ultimately, the lingering dimple left on my spirit during this vacation is that there will be no more cowering in the shadows of other people’s insecurities. Self-assurance has more nobility than any pretentious title. Blazing the path for an extraordinary life journey requires a flammable substance and a few match sticks for ignition. What I want to leave embedded in the hearts and minds of those who have read the lines I’ve scripted for the greater part of my life is that we all have the capacity to embrace this human experience entirely without fear or isolation. It only takes a willingness to accept the pain with the passion, the trials along with the triumphs; the desire with the destruction. Why did I toss a time capsule into the Pacific? So that it could drift away into the infinite stream of love, light and peace for generations to come.

Honoring Service

The mantra of law enforcement is to protect and serve. Patrolling our streets, responding to emergencies and keeping us safe from the dangers of society is the oath taken by these service professionals. . A uniform, a badge, a fire arm and a title are symbols of control that are given to posers. The delusion that justice and equality can be generated from a tradition of oppression is ridiculous. What about the institutional dangers of poverty, unemployment, disability and illness? Who will protect us from those hazards? If you answered welfare agencies then I regret to inform you that such an impression is deceptive. County Social Service agencies have become a stadium for miserable, self-indulgent, skeptics that seek to antagonize and frustrate its patrons rather than honoring their oath to serve them. Here is a first person account of how a system intended to be a haven for those in crisis evolved into a sterile machine fixated on budgetary concerns. Once upon a time in the year of 2011 I accepted a full time position as a Service Advocate with a non- profit organization. A promise was made to devote my abilities and experience to empowering others through learning. I made this pledge while staring at my surgical scar tissue the year before. Drainage tubes dangling beneath me were like balloons filling up with truth serum. This decision was a vital part of my recovery. I flourished in my role as Service Manager for this then respected agency for change. Connecting to the students and families that received tutoring, turkeys, truth and time reinforced that my survival had a purpose. Life has a way of bringing forth obstacles that can challenge faith, reason and security. Most often we find that money is the common current that surges through these challenges. I will not slander an organization whose once in-tact mission sustained its operations. My observations and reaction to its dismantling will not be printed. The choice I made to remain loyal to my professional commitment despite not being financially compensated could be viewed as reckless even self -destructive. I on the other hand found no value in abandoning a team, mission, schools, and the families I was contracted to support. The difference between ordinary and remarkable is tenacity. The transition I made from being a service provider to an agency client was overwhelming. Appealing denial letters, rejection notices; institution resistance, and service interruptions all while maintaining sanity demands dedication. The American Economy is brittle. Frail is the job market and non-profit organizations are the most delicate of all. Integrity is a costly virtue in a scrupulous world. Let the saints and the sinners read the bottom line self-preservation is paramount, and the provisions for your family are non-negotiable. Each of us have that in common, as such we are a global community. Amnesia is the collective daze where descendants of brilliance wander the earth believing the myth of inferiority. When society accepts the suffocation of poverty, bigotry and the criminalization of an entire group’s identity humanity has been poisoned. What remains at the core of information is to instill knowledge. This quest for truth is meant to empower the learner. Asking for a small portion of consideration is like feeding a starving man an orange peel. What minimal nutrition value that is consumed will not satisfy his gaping hunger. A single drop of rain in the midst of famine may seem like salvation but, unless it becomes a rain shower the drought will continue. The hidden gems of African Civilization are the unearthed archives of innovation, intellect and ingenuity. These scrolls must be given the same legitimacy as plagiarized European text known as the classics. Enhancing our Nation’s collective wisdom with buried truths that deny access to African identity does not render all Western Education as invalid. It could only expand the perspective in order to include all the wonderful, cultural, spiritual, and academic variations that are human. That is honoring your purpose. That is serving a planet that continues to withstand the havoc waged on its surface and beyond.

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