What am I doing New Year’s Eve?
Well, thanks to my church live-streaming Watch Night Service, Jenise and I are comfortably staying in tonight. Her mother has her too gun-shy to go out, and I think that we should bring in the New Year together, so I end up doing whatever Jenise wants to do. She is, as far as I am concerned, all the family I’ve got left.
And so goes Kwanzaa’s next principle:
I saw the word “creativity”, and I know that the objective here is to stir up the creative gifts that we humans are all capable of. However, as soon as I read it out loud, the word “legacy” popped into my head. This is another tender subject for me, but I promise that I’ll get there.
I have no children of my own, no nieces, nephews, or godchildren. I have been a full-time, live-in nanny, but when the moms saw that I got too “attached” to their children, I was sent away like Viola Davis in “The Help”. In ministry, I have been part of “the village” for our children and youth teams, but only if I remembered my place and didn’t allow them to love me too much. I was raised in a household so oppressive that I didn’t want to have children until I was too old–and too unhealthy–to have them.
To date, I have built a legacy of making beautiful things and things beautiful, teaching life lessons (along with dance ministry), and making life work smoothly for other people. Nobody does what I do the way that I do it.
And I have no one to leave that to. No one to pass down my wealth of knowledge and creativity. It will all end with me.
Having said that, I am committed to stirring up all of my gifts in 2019, paying attention to which one I can trade on, and being the most versatile Sacred Artist that this world has ever seen.
See you next year!