::Newsflash. . .after the much anticipated phone call on his birthday, my son finally got to spend some quality time with his father this past week. I still sucked. Couldn't find words beyond "hi" and "bye". Imma keep prayin' fuh me. Umm hmmm. . .moving on.::
This whole freakin' blog is supposed to be about me on my journey to my inner goddess and bringing her out and all that so I'd like to take this time to dwell on a goddess in my midst.
My mom: so. . .she's like a different kind of goddess and since she's my mom sometimes she is all I can see and sometimes I don't see her at all. . .and usually when I think I see her, I'm missing her totally. Ahh, the beauty of the mother/daughter relationship. Anywho, this weekend we had a prayer/memorial service for my great-aunt. My grandma's youngest sister and the last aunt my mom had left. Please note the significance. My great-aunt's passing marked the complete transition of that generation of women in our family. Got it? Okay, so my mom calls on the fam to have a get together this weekend officiated by a true to life faith leader, all the fam at her house and complete with really good food. Now, this is one of the times where I truly saw my mom's goddess. She always has get-togethers to celebrate stuff, but this one was special. I know she was deeply hurt by losing her youngest aunt who was only 7 years her senior and whom she had kicked it with back in the day. There are family issues at play that I wont discuss, but the death was a painful shock to us. But, the most important thing for my mom this weekend was showering my great uncle (who had just lost his baby sister) with all the family support and togetherness he could withhold. In the process, my brother-in-law who was very recently appointed an elder in his faith (different from ours) was able to share his gift with us by leading the ceremony, family was brought together, stories were shared and my word is my bond to Almighty God, (hear me) all the women whose blood runs through my mothers veins were with her in that kitchen because she ALWAYS cooks and she ALWAYS cooks well, but those dishes have never tasted so good. Sidebar: she used no meat in any of the dishes, by the way.
Later, Great Uncle called my mom just to say how grateful he was for her kind gesture. Ashe.
Even later than that, there was just me, my mom and my sister. Being the baby and the most spoiled and taken care of, I had to make a beverage run. Bombay. I usually feel weird drinking with folk not in my peer group because most people have the perception that I am a "goody-goody two shoes" and when they see me kick back, relax and commit sin they feel compelled to remind me that I am blowing their perception of me. Shmuck off! Anyway, us ladies sat around telling stories and laughing and singing and being with each other and nothing compares. I've been just a tad sisterly-lovelorn, no disrespect to my girls but things have been different since I stopped hanging with my main roll-out road dawg. It's all good. Just writing it down so I can remember; these are the events that take me further on my journey. Enough of the mush. I think I'm feeling some Oshun these past couple weeks.
