The Torch
As I've been pondering with the recent loss of Maya Angelou, Nelson Mandela and my beautiful mama 3 yrs ago. I've been studying the vision and gumption of many in their generation. The brave stances they took... The status quo they weren't willing to follow... The dreams of something better, of a better humanity, to give your all for a higher calling. As they pass the torch to us, who will reach to take it? Who will take us to the next level and not let their lives be in vain? Who will step forward and hold the space?
Sometimes we get caught up in keeping up with "the jones's"... Instead lets keep up with the innovators of light.
I'm ready to stand up, step out and raise my voice to elevate our world. Now I know I will trip and stumble along this path...but I commit that I will brush off the dust of my inadequacies and lift myself again and keep moving forward. That when my arm is tired from holding my torch, I'll remember the strength of the torch holders before me, feel them holding me up and I will deeply breathe in their energy and lift my arm higher. I feel their souls entwine with mine and I feel empowered and humbled with the journey ahead. I hear their whispers in my ear "it's your turn girl, it's your turn now...move forward and make us proud". The fire in them is in us all... Fan those flames... They are whispering to you to, are you listening, will you reach for your torch?
