taxi zum kloh

grind, grind, grind. that's what this past year felt like. intense, energy-driven work, utterly new landscape to navigate, and on a deep level confronting my own blackness. as a people we have issues. it's no longer the age of whitey keepin us down, it is simply ourselves. i've had to reach down into the spirit to do the work, which i treat like a commitment. black teachers need black students. i put that out into the ether a year ago and here i is.

but whoo....so tired some days. i wildly procrastinate; just so i have time chill out and not have a list of things to do. i'm realizing the modern age at my age is some mad business. i'm amazed at the speed kids can text or others can multi-task. i am so missing the neurons required to do that effectively. i'm still well-rooted in my one-thing-at-a-time vibe.

and so art camp begins this week. totally different scene. for one thing, i have one group and more class time. nice! but this one group is a majority of boys. great! no access to a working printer at the moment, lunch program delivery was delayed, so folks went into plan B with frozen spaghetti mama rose made, then the original lunch was relegated to snack time.  

i had to completely wing it. using colored paper and got into contrast and complimentary colors. name a thing in nature with two contrasting colors? that went over cool. kemetic symbols on the yard....very nice. and it was hot, 80+ hot, zaki was super emotional, seynabou kept playing with my keys. finally...at 3pm i bounce. i had errands as usual to run to get prepared for the next day. 

i'm leaving friday for maui and even with a certain of reticence; a super modest budget, no set plans other than connecting with this local cat....i'm getting the eff outta here. i need the move medicine that travel provides my spirit.