Do you ever awaken at three in the morning with a trainload of words and ideas racing past your awareness? I do, and there is never a conductor onboard to pull the whistle warning me of the potential danger. It is from this place of disorder that I typically write my blogs. It is also a place where I sort, keep or throw away what is my past.

I find this bewitching hour forces me to look directly into the mirror and reflect back what I see. Like the story of the Widows of India (OWN – Oprah Winfrey in India). In the intrinsic way of life around the world, women are still a lesser amount of worth. I don’t quarrel with what is that I alone cannot repair. Yet, I am free to experience and articulate my place from the tongue of an American Woman. Are we blessed, you better believe it!

I also sorted, as cunning as the Sorting Hat of Harry Potter, to let go of what is not and live in what is: spiritually, emotionally and physically. I’m not 40, 50 or 60 so this requires a lot of readjusting to the mirror of my life.

The next time I awaken to a cacophony of birds and disharmonious thoughts, I’ll try to remember this blog. And My Sisters, let us never forget one another.