A Life Grown from STRANGE FRUIT

Have you ever woke up one of those days and wonder what are the real struggles of today’s life are –
What your place in history currently entitles you to in this world?

With every waking new generation is an older one that looks down on its young (usually shaking its head)
To the disconnection of the life, pain and struggle that were carried on the backs of those who survived them.
Indeed we live in a world of over bearing technology, late trains, 10 hour work days, lack of childcare and possible Starbucks/McDonalds on every other corner to make it all better; but even the reality of that is distraction people from what god has set out to be important in this life.

The human bond, our inner strength & power as well as the homage that should be displayed on a daily basis of the path that has been paved before us.

No struggle is your own, either you rise or you pass the torch. I opened my eyes this morning with my heart on my father which soon turned into my
Father’s father and so on, and I was happy to have traveled this journey; a journey that I can walk tall on from the place my ancestors crawled from.

The Strange Fruit

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,

The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,

Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

-Billie Holiday

Always be aware of who paved your way, be humble in it and take the tourch

that has been passed and lead the way.

BLU