What many don’t know is that I was born in a small laboratory on the campus of Spelman College. Not the student but the teacher…
An assistant like a birthing coach, bringing life forward from a womb prepared for the journey.
Fertile like the crescent, I Am EGO Tripping like Nikki, turning myself into myself I have become joy.
“Sistah, what does this mean?”
The first question on the first day forced me to turn soil, uncover diamonds in the rough, mine precious metals–tough from tumble–pump oil and uranium as energetic as the sun.
Every symbol, every note, singing with the strength of that circle.
Questions…
Like a miner’s tool carving answers to the brokenness that comes from failure, until the next day when water reveals the jewels, the treasure.
Like gold only better.
Life-giving, sustaining.
Like water.
Flow and hustle…one and the same.
Joy Barnes-Johnson, Ph.D. 