The source of our stress, anxiety, and suffering can most certainly be found in the past and in the unknown (the future). We spend so much of our time, and so much of our days on this planet, reliving the past or obsessing about the future. Both are moving unnecessarily in directions that do not exist. What exists is the present moment. In that moment.
Is there any question as to why we default to a lack, poverty, and scarcity mindset? It’s what we’ve been taught. It’s what we know. It’s what we’ve been led to believe. Abundance always says there is more than enough; while scarcity says we must hold on and withhold because there is not enough. Abundance is based in love, while scarcity is based in fear.
Today as a devotee in the Yoruba tradition, I realize that the more I learn about myself as a woman, specifically a woman of color, the more I get to know who Oshun truly is, a deity who is just as sweet as she is fierce. The more I get to know who she truly is, the closer I feel that I become towards her.
We often discuss what it means to receive racism, but we shy away from conversations about how anti-Blackness has trickled down into our communities. We need to create more spaces where Black people can confront the pain we harbor within. Spaces where we can reflect on our feelings of hurt, betrayal, and self-deprecation. The more we have these honest discussions about what role we play in extending anti-Blackness, the more we can strategize around abolishing it.
Think about a world that exists only in your wildest dreams, where melanin is given its rightful respect and every part of the diaspora isn’t quite so...diasporic. Imagine a future where the disconnect between the identities of Africans and Black Americans and Black Latinxs isn’t as pertinent, a future in which we lift each other up as a collective and further our identities as a whole.