Today I begin transferring knowledge about how to bind up your Blues. The ancestral homeland of the Tuscarora Confederacy is one of the birthplaces of The Blues. Men came, saw our fortified townships, our women, and our trading trails, and decided to take it for themselves and scatter us in all four directions. Some people like my ancestors made the decision to stay behind. They are known as Gatekeepers because they held the door to all others to get to safety. Then they hid out in plain sight inside Bald Cypress trees in the river swamps in Coastal Carolina.
What I’m binding up today is my getting tripped up in my waking dreams by that little voice in my head saying I’m not worthy, that I’m not good enough. Sometimes I’m convinced the little voice is true, so I give up and let the chaos of my life overwhelm me. However, as my BFF4E, Calo, taught me, everything I feel isn’t real. I’m finding that I have to suffer through my pain and have the courage to face it head-on. Life can change in a minute. I thought I was doing fine one Sunday, and by nightfall, I was knocking on death’s door. In the blink of an eye I lost three months between major surgery, being in a hospital, then a rehab nursing home, and finally living with a relative and receiving home health.
Nothing is certain except this moment in time. I’ve got to live it, even if it means taking the road less traveled. Change happens! It’s part of life! My solution is preserving steadfast faith and unshakable hope in The Man born in Bethlehem and raised in Nazareth who covers me through Sanctification. I’m free and a sojourner walking on land that is new to me, meeting other indigenous people living on Turtle Island! The bondage of my ancestral homeland on Contentnea Creek, Toisnot Swamp, Tar River, Pamlico Sound, and on the Banks from Currituck to Chicamaccmico has released me from the intergenerational trauma in the fertile sandy black soil at my Momma’s house.