A very long time ago I envisioned what my life would be like. But then I grew up and learned that I was completely wrong. Anyone else been there?🙋🏾♀️🙋🏾♀️🙋🏾♀️ Still, somewhere deep in the crevices of my heart there were some things there that were hidden, even from me, and God made sure to bring them to pass. Being a writer is one of those things.
As soon as I heard the Hawaiian people’s native calls echoing in the atmosphere, chills caressed my arms and my mind flashed back to a time where I didn’t even exist when African tribal groups released a similar sound. I knew in that moment, we were all the same. So many cultures have that same history of tribal people groups, navigating the land God gave them, being good to it, and reaping from the benefit of those nurturing acts. The land was good to them and in return, it flourished.