Wow. I wrote this question and still wasn't prepared to answer it. (I'll do better next time guys...OR y'all can ask some questions yourself, lol)
I turned 21 in 1994.
Everything seemed topsy turvy at the time. I'd lost my job less than a month before behind my sleepiness on the job. I was in a relationship with someone 22 years my senior and that was causing havoc in my family relationships. The only good thing about this day was the fact that my then-boo cared enough to be the only one to give me a gift.
He and I had gone downtown to Manhattan. He'd taken me to my consultation at Bellevue Hospital where I was to have my sleep study to determine whether or not I had Narcolepsy (which obviously I do, lol). There was this little book store on 27th (I think) and we'd gone there a couple of times. I saw this book with my name on it and was intrigued. My name had been the source of many jokes and I never liked it. The only people who seemed to appreciate my name were White people. No lie...everywhere I go that my name is mentioned, I'm told how beautiful my name is. My OWN folks? I was Kali from the Valley, Kal-trate, Kal-Kan, Kaliflower and of course Kalifornia. It was annoying as hell to have folks teasing me on a daily basis in some way. It's one of the reasons I respect names so much. Learning that words...and therefore names are the verbal manifestation of a spiritual vibration...was all I needed to know to get that much closer to loving the name my mom was SO proud to have named me.
Kali: Child closest to God, Egyptian...
So, when my birthday came...I felt like it was gonna be bummer. All of the stress in my house over this man and my now unemployed status, was giving me the blues. Until Ali showed up. He presented the book to me with an inscription that said, "To My Goddess".
To say I cheesed and got chinky from high cheeks forced upward by my smile...is an understatement.
There was so much in motion in that moment. I had for the first time found someone (who'd found me) who saw me as a prize. He was the only one to give me a gift...and quite possibly my only friend at the time. Twas a very special night.
My 21st year would be a helluva an entry into official adulthood. By the time 22 rolled around...I was tide. lol
I'm a lover AND a fighter...I like the folks most don't. I walk to the beat of a drummer....who isn't REALLY in the band, but got the best beats. I am big on love..."I see you" where you're at...hopefully this blog helps you to see me, as well. Either Love me...or leave me alone!
Having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. - a quote by Dinah Craik