I’m listening to Sweet Honey sing “We’ll Understand It Better Bye & Bye.” It reminds me of being the child under the quilt frame to Momma, Mama, Yat, Mis’ Doretha, and Ms. Sudie Mae. Our brains and hearts struggle to understand tragic events happening all around us, but like our ancestors sang, “We’ll Understand It Better Bye & Bye.”
I’m still processing Cynthia Lathan’s passing, and now a few days later another death is associated with her bloodline. Death is all around us as a reminder that hell is empty because all the demon spirits are here. But indigenous people of color can’t quit, we can’t give up now. At least I can’t quit. It took Cynthia’s passing for me to fall in love with my Darden High School class. It’s not due to anyone’s fault, but high school was not the best time in my life. It was the angst of being a repressed teenager who had experienced a dysfunctional childhood. But, yesterday is gone forever!
Each new day is a blessing that’s why today is called the present! I’m quilting to heal. All thirty of my New Day, yellow and gray, HSTs are the same size. Today, I’m laying out my squares row by row and sewing them together. I plan to add sashing and end with a border of flying geese traveling the directions of the Underground Railroad from where I am. One route was down the Roanoke to Roanoke Island. A second was along the Contentnea hiding out in plain sight inside Bald Cypress Trees to Catechna Tuscarora settlement in Grifton. From the mouth of the Neuse River, a canoe could get you to countless places to disappear.
Abundant Blessings! Pencil drawing on paper.