On every avenue or in any hood there are establishments that sale delicatessen; for the consumer who is looing for a delight to fill them of pleasure.
If we as humanity cannot make light in all of the circumstances we are consuming around the word; we will forget to act human if not grow cold and bitter with each other. My mother always said to me & I shared this with my friends & family "don't let any 1, or anything rob you of your joy". Because the seasons are going to bring a change, whether you are prepared or waiting for the change to delight your mind frame. And what we can establish together; is not all people are seeking good pleasure.
I read the news articles today, and unfortunately the truth surfaced. Crime is increasing in Indiana a younger child massacred the entire family of 6 over a parent & son altercation, babies are still dying at the age of 7 due to the gun violence, food is short but the lines are long where real people working with the hands of compassion, the farmers are awaiting to be approved so we can get some of those fresh veggies back in the stores, the housing market is booming for the 30 bids on that 1 corner the low income cannot afford, while welfare system has allocated an increased line of spending for those unable to stop and re-evaluate what is of our existing priorities in mouths to feed, as the unemployment lines are increasing, domestic violence is screaming in silence. As the children are asking why can't I see my momma or daddy? If not their people, all of us are not being forgotten. Because of our hearts are hurting for the stories we are hearing around us. But inside the heart we know they still love us.
Today, I woke up and looked the world. I saw Twitter pages, FB clicks, and Snap Chat. And no one had a real plan to heal the wombs of our internal suffering. All the news advertises is what & where if never why. All the social media in the world exposes who we are and who we know. And at the end of every pallet we as a people either end with a delightful message, or an ingredient to put back into that sauce of what we have established of our own life messages to the world.
In Memory of D. White, its what we leave of in our foot prints, for the next generation to wobble if not walk in them.
