Had a never-before experience. was painting a house when I noticed a pecan tree in an empty lot. I cracked a few pecans for the staff members on a retreat. Instead of heading directly for lunch at the slavenation army, I seemed to have awoken four memories of childhood. Four middle-aged women in cluding one from nigeria and I picked pecans and shared our methods of getting the nut out, whole, or in half. One woman at the slave nation army showed us how to use one pecan to crack the other. we shared with the rest of our compatriots and enjoyed gorging ourselves on nuts in the winter biloxi sun. it was a special moment of connecting with generations, reawakening old potentials, and a general, ineffable experience that I will carry with me, and these women have committed to carrying back to their children and grandchildren, as their elders taught them.
Just being myself reconnected lost paths.
can you imagine how that feels?