The past few days spent at the 37th annual National African American Historical Genealogy Society was one of the most enlightening experiences I’ve had in quite some time.
I was among others with a shared interest in searching for our ancestral roots in order to find our true selves.
In session after session I not only acquired new information to help me find new paths in digging up my roots, but found a community of people who also feel so deeply about the importance of knowing who we are. I felt so ‘at home’ and a special connection with so many from many different places, and different backgrounds; but at their core, these are people who really understand the value of knowing our history for as far back as we can trace it.
I am inspired now to not only continue digging for the gold nuggets of my family history, but also for as much other historical data that I can find about our full African American journey. That will be a trip for a lifetime.
Thank you Atlanta for hosting this year’s conference. I will surely be there with you next year!
An unexpected gift with this combustible gathering of Sistas –
Black Sistas, Fine Sistas, Bold Sistas, Wise Sistas
Baby Sistas, Colorful Sistas, Free Sistas. Shy Sistas
Dancing Sistas, Sassy Sistas, Dignified Sistas and More
Close Encounter kinda moment – Drawn spiritually to an unexpected space
Searching hard to explain the magical magnetic pull
But spoken words so clearly painted on canvas the spirit of this moment in time…
Awwwww…So Awesome. ..Fine Flower…Amazingly Beautiful…Wow!
“…And Beauty Is Her Name”
Sista Love IS AMAZING!
Join the movement – PASS IT ON
Ms Pauline – The TurtleQueen
This poem was inspired by a recent wonderful experience planted by creative photographer SHANNON MCCOLLUM on his Facebook page. He simply gave out a call for 100 women to gather at a place/time to be determined for a colorful photo shoot. With gray and drizzly skies they came — from north, east, south & west, bringing high energy , smiles and sunshine which peeked through at its very best – right on time!
What an unexpected and unforgettable experience.
BIOGRAPHY OF AN UNSUNG & GIFTED TENOR
Over the past three years I have been on an extraordinary journey!
With just a casual conversation with a friend, I started a journey I never expected to make. That journey began a discovery of my very humble Mansfield family roots. At the same time I uncovered the path that my father, Emanuel Mansfield, famed concert tenor, took to reach, what seemed like, an unreachable dream – despite so many odds against him.
“This is my story – this is my song”…
The world needs to hear all of our stories — each story is like a missing piece of fabric in this giant quilt called “Life”. Each of our pieces makes our world a more interesting, more exciting, and more colorful place in which to live.
My life changed the day I started on this journey. I hope my story will inspire you to start your journey of discovery. When we find the roots of our families we discover who we really are.
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The flap, flap, flapping of her lips was a constant drone. This was was Queen Quidnunc – hidebound in her irritating actions – day in and day out. Her annoying opinions were gainsaying to the peaceful ebb and flow of my world. This queen’s gossipy manner, germinated with her undying energy to perpetuate incredibly poisonous nonsense, seemed destined to eternize a life whose main function is to disrupt, disturb, and ultimately destroy God’s beautiful creations – the world and its inhabitants. Though known as Queen Quidnunc, her behavior was far from regal. It was more like a Tatterdemalion, with a personality to match – ragged and retched.
The world needs far fewer gossipers, meddlers, disrupters and such. They will never all go away, but I hope I will have to encounter just a middling – if I have to encounter any at all.