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| Our family walking downtown Sacramento one rainy morning. |
I remember the day, when I first decided to travel America, to make a pilgrimage back to Ohio. I would use my talents to get me there. I planned on taking the kids and making a solo journey, while Jacovia worked. I would play cafe's along the way, sell cds, and explore.
My goal to reach Ohio, so my children could meet their great grandparents and I could spend some time with them.
I've spent my whole life away from them except a few visits over the years. They are my native history.
Both of their parents being 1/2 Cherokee. They have lived their lives as whites, ensuring a better existence in the white man's world.
I told my dad, I would help them remember the native way, as the spirituality of my ancestors manifested through me.
I spoke of my intentions through the excitement of it all, and Jacovia asked me to wait for him so we could experience it together. That was 4 years ago.
Since then we have homeschooled the children, bought a school bus and have spent the last 2 years building it in to our home on wheels aka "tour bus".
We have been in Sacramento for the last 16 years. We traveled up to Seattle and down to LA, but never beyond that. Before we had kids, we flew Ohio and took a bus up to Buffalo. So both sides have met both me and Jacovia.
I dream of being free. Of waking up on the ocean or in a forest. Where we can treasure each moment given, instead of holding on.
It seems, life in the city is like that. A tricky game.
I feel I am robbed of the time with my husband as the years slip by and we barely make it anyways. Life in the city does not cater to the one income family. Society does not cater to dreams.
But I know that we must take risks, and follow our path. Security surely means minimal returns. And I want to live, laugh, play, and love.
It is this day that we are given.
It is this moment that is guaranteed .
Nothing beyond that is ensured.
My life is nothing without my journey towards fulfilling my purpose
and so I go...
