Where do I begin?

Where do I begin?

My leaves aren't at my roots but at my branches.

Yet at times I find myself reaching for what my roots would.

My tree was born to mixed soils: Jamaicans and African-Americans; descendants of the Gullah Gechee, and Lumbees (Native American).

I am anchored by love. An admirer of artistic creation, an emulator of life expressed through words, visuals, and clumsy inscriptions.

I am fueled by the consumption of these things, but at the same time distracted, temporarily robbed of my time and purpose, as I have a tendency to binge & emulate, neglecting my focus, I forget to seek sustenance, to stretch, and explore myself. I lost sight and withered.

But in time I was revived, I learned.

To be mindful and present, to see the bigger picture, and be appreciative, to make the most of my resources, operate with wisdom and discernment. Adhering to the divine law I swore myself to uphold.

To encertain that all is well within my family. To reflect the love, patience, and generosity bestowed upon me. To always be positive and speak kindly to myself.

To be the best version, and know in time I will attract and obtain all I wish to.