Back on the wagon

So, while attending a conference in Palm Springs, I kinda fell off the wagon. I did okay with my eating, thanks in part to the resorts horrific cooking. I kept up with my daily vitamins and learned from this experience to keep my Cinch bars and meal bars nearby at all times. And I'm extremely proud of myself for some of the hurdles I leaped while there. I didn't have any of the complementary Frito-Lay snacks that were offered; I drank lots and lots and lots of water; and I didn't eat all of any of my desserts. Small steps, yet steps forward all the same.

On another note, I some interesting and insightful conversations with some women. One of the things I'm pondering is a question and realization that came to me after Reverend Dr. JoAnn Browning spoke on "Finding Your Purpose." If slave traders stole the best and brightest from the shores of Africa, then are we to be surprised by the chaos, confusion and inhumane activities of those left on the continent? Moreover, now that I have that consciousness, what am I supposed to do with it? How does this enlightenment help me get to my authentic self? How and/or is my authentic self tied to the continent?

I've been planning my trip to Africa for over 2 years and it has been a source of excitement, motivation and anticipation. For as many positive feelings I have about my trip, I have just as much trepidation. My brothers on the continent kill, maim and rape for seemingly no reason. My sisters are surviving, trying to thrive and have families in the midst of an unyielding hell.

Everyone I know, who has been to Africa, has been changed in some way. Some have changed in obvious outward ways, others in a less public fashion. How will my trip, my sojourn there change me? I'm open to the change, to the growth of my spirit and the revelations God has for me at the cradle of humanity.