It was a long week this week. Filled with walks for exercise to stay healthy. The Covid19, news everywhere, attending an afternoon workshop on the topic of Immigration Law & Policy, and the daily leadership requirements of Relationships of the Heart for Leaders.
After a long week, I am writing to you my friends, and it is 2:38 a.m. in the morning.
Go ahead ask the question, “Why are you writing this blog post at 2:38 am? The answer is simple. I was sooooo very busy on Friday, I did not have a cup of coffee until mid evening.
My plan was to have one cup, but I continued to slowly sip more than one, and here I am writing to you.
Lately, I am struggling a bit as a writer. It’s not because, I am experiencing writer’s block, or that I do not have the time.
It is because, I am working on a book, that is difficult to place on paper. It is the stark truth, about living in a mid size city.
The difficulty is, the truth on the underside of the city is beginning to surface. It is the underside of a city, that has been submerged under a pile of denial for years.
there is a big part of the story, that I will not need to share or write about.
Why? Because it is no longer hidden. It is in the news, online,and it is tearing apart families.
Homicide, guns, stabbing, drugs, alcohol, theft, abuse, committed by the young and the old.
Amongst the new buildings, parks, festivals, committees, and promotions, the homeless walk, ride bikes, and some carry backpacks. The young and the old.
They silently walk in and out of all that shines, and promotes beauty. Many have a tired look on their faces, but they continue on.
As for me, I continue to work on my book, and one day, the full story will be revealed.
One woman, who arrived in a city many years ago. She began her journey in the city, in the corporate world, and eventually became part of the city that no one sees.
In this city I learned what it is like, to lose almost everything I own. I learned what it is liked to live on the edge of homelessness. I learned about how people judge, and about power control. I learned what it is to be faceless, and the necessity of a zip code or to become a number.
Eventually I will leave this city behind, and my book will be published.
The book will be dedicated to the people of the hometown I left behind long ago. They loved me enough to let me go. They taught me about community.
The book will also be dedicated to my parents.
As I write this, a tear falls down my cheek. I miss my Father, so very much. He left us a few short years ago, in his 80’s. My mother is still with us, but someday she will be gone too.
I press on…My prayer is that you will do the same.