Trying to create art is not easy...

The tree on top of that little mound. We would sit in the cemetery before work, writing on a thin, ridged folder. At times, we would stop our thoughts and look out across to the tree. There were always birds singing and watching us as we wrote. Back then, I felt like the birds were singing to us, to push us to the next level. They helped to give us the courage to continue to speak for the ancestors, for ourselves, for the elements of life. It is time to stop being afraid of myself. They were telling us to grow and to do our job that we were born for. It is time to stop playing, so we can focus on our tasks to grow. 

Each time over the years as we did write or try to quit, the mound where this tree(now stump) spoke to us and our souls. Through COVID-19, the tree was cut down. We don’t know why, but I’m sure there was a reason for that. The tears flowed first, then we promised to always bring her bird food. So she could always feel life as she gave us life back. Through her faith in us, we have found what lays next to her. This leads to our father God. It is amazing if you think about it. Or you could choose to hate, and say how dare that crazy man say that. It’s cool if you do, we are getting rather used to it, really. 

During that frame, we couldn’t get to that area very much. When I saw that, she was cut down, we collected pieces of her. We brought her pieces to our home. We have pieces of her all over the house. Some are outside in the yard and some in the corner of our living room. Of course, she is on our alter we have in our bedroom. Since that time, we have had many things come about. We always go to the cemetery when it calls us. 

Whether walking or driving into the cemetery, we always express our gratitude to the souls within the cemetery, not to mention, the area. We are all connected, no matter how hard everyone wants to separate everyone. The other day I found myself out there again. Rolling through, I thought about going down below to the young souls to say hello and wish them the best. When I pulled up to her, the tree felt overwhelming. So I stayed the course to the mound. 

Driving around it, I pulled my blazer up to the spot I park at. Getting out, we grabbed the bag of bird food. We walked to the stump and placed food all over the top of it. Placed my hand in the food, dug in, then prayed the way we pray. Hey, I bet it’s not the way we are told to do it. That’s ok though because to talk to father or ancestors all you have to do is speak. They hear us, I promise you that. Upon praying and thanking all life below and above for the life, I continued expressing my respect and faith in all the elements, all the gods that lead to our father God. Nothing is above but many are below, as everything that has lived, matters. 

We stood up to look at our hand, it always looks cool and feels amazing. Standing now, I was about to walk over to the building and walk around it with my hand sliding along the brick. When we do this, it is like history and God flows through us. It feels so peaceful to touch what they said wasn’t real and that we were not supposed to be able to find. Humbling is not even the word. Then a car drove into the cemetery, right to the area where Ii was standing. It drove by once to take a look, I guess, then left. Funny thing, I knew he would be back. 

A couple of minutes later he pulled up next to the building about ten feet away from where we were standing. When he opened his door, a big smile came across his face.

The man said “Hey man, it’s you.” 

We responded, “Yeah man, it’s me. Just doing what I do, bro. Just out playing, praying, learning, and talking to the ancestors, all the great souls that want to chat. Just trying to place life, you know, bro.”

He walked toward us to shake hands and laughed at the same time. It was a great feeling. From that greeting, we both began to speak about the upcoming football season for Angola football. We talked about past players in the area that had played for them. Then we talked about our team’s upcoming year. It was a lot of fun. Then he asked why I always place the birdseed, which lead to conversation of God. We spoke very open to one another, no fear of anything, just an open conversion. 

Our conversation went all the way back to 1335 of the northern tribe and the delta tribe. Followed by the garden to 1800 through 1840 to a place that was once said to be, not of God. That was a quote. Satan’s seat is what that person called. Sorry that cat had such a bad day that he would cast that down on a town. Really makes me laugh, as God is everywhere among the souls of the area. No one is perfect, but it is more than obvious that God is all around. 

Trying to put this all into words today, I was struggling until there was a knock on our door. An ordained minister walked into our house. It was great to see him, we spoke of the blog. He spoke to us what he felt was needed. Very glad he did, as he seemed to bring this whole thought together. (Genesis 1:1-10) We followed the flow or the guide of his hand through the actions of life. The knock at the door that brought gifts, food and love with open wisdom that helped place this blog(or short story) together. LOL. It just proved to my soul that yes, it is time to grow and continue the fight. It is time to stop hiding over anything that tells us to stop. 

Another push we received last night, that was just coincidence. When we went for a walk last night, trying to place life, our great mound in our town was lit up blue. As I know it had nothing to do with us, just for a moment, I felt a sense of pride in oneself. Aton was the blue man that was blue in honor of our God. This goes back to 1335 in Egypt, then to our town of Angola which was called Aton in 1830. God is amazing, and I will continue my quest, what ever that may be. Blessed be to all and God bless. Peace. Thank you for your time.