Last night was one of those nights where I was again shown the synchronicity of the Universe. Here I am, minding my own business--prepping for the show. I go to what I affectionately call the "Monkey Tea House" (L'Amyx) on Lakeshore. They are having an open mic, but I think it'll be okay. Of course, it's too loud.
I see a couple of people I know, greet them, talk for a while. I see this woman I met before, Erica Huggins. She's a teacher here in the Bay Area, and was a part of the Panther Party. I say hello to her, remind her of how we met, and invite her to the show. She has a young woman come over, and wants me to tell her about the show. I tell her, of course, and find out the young woman has also been violated by a minister.
We talked for a while, a long while. It was such a trip, because I remembered being EXACTLY where she was when I was that age--just 21. I remember all the confusion, all the shame and guilt, feeling responsible for it all. I remember needing to do something different, but not knowing what or where to start. I know I don't have all the answers for what to do/not do on your journey; but I do know that all of it begins with one step. I know that there is a time when all you can do is focus on the step you're taking instead of the overall journey. I know that choosing to heal and love freely is the best choice I've ever made for myself; even though it hasn't always been easy or fun--it's always been worth it. I was grateful in that moment for growth, for my choices, for deciding to write, for staying alive, and for bearing witness to truth.
I continue to be grateful as I move into the first week of rehearsals.
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