Trusting the Breeze?
All of my life I’ve been crossing borders – both real and perceived, as I’ve continued forward in affirmation of identity, and in search of purpose and authentic connection. As a Black woman of the African Diaspora, born in Brooklyn, New York, and raised within and between Caribbean and “American culture/s” in the United States, the pursuit of feeling certain about how I show up in the relationships and spaces that show me grace, remains as defined and as easy to predict as, well…a passing breeze.
And yet, I trust that I’ll continue to live, learn and make authentic connections bringing all that I am in a given moment.
Those who know me, and know me well, understand and appreciate that my heart and soul lies in many places, and to claim or be defined by one is to deny all of who I am. I’ve been blessed to feel grounded and find the most deeply spirited connection with others at the most unexpected times and in the most unexpected of places, but only when I have allowed myself to be vulnerable, embrace uncertainty, and when I’ve let go and trusted where the breeze has taken me.