Black Woman… The Jungle is safe Because 🐘 are Blessings

When we walk through the jungle that we are meant to walk thru, it’s a blessing to come out of it. We are amazed at how big we thought those scars were, but in reality they are the size of paper cuts. We are reflective of those moments when think the lions and tigers and bears … OH my!! (lol) were going to attack us, only to see that they were not interested in us.

Our paths were designed just for us. And we are protected, while we are on our paths; however, most of us are too afraid to walk alone in the seemingly scary jungle. Those rodents, jungle animals, fallen trees, poisonous snakes, and contaminated water are there to remind us that we are suppose to focus solely on what is in front of us and not what we “think” is chasing us or are in our peripheral view.

It’s easy to get side tracked. It’s this thing called life….

There are people that I admire and there are people that I admire and respect simultaneously. I must share that I have many flaws. I am a work in progress. My puzzle pieces are slowly coming together. I share this because I always remind myself of the growth that I have made over the years. Each year we should see growth and another more pieces that are coming together.

There are people who have come into my life that I know were meant to help me grow. They allow me to vent. They allow me to get mad. They never have judged me and even when I’m wrong (and I am ), they still hold my hand and remind me to stay on my path. They never question my decisions or challenge my dumb decisions. When I throw tantrums, they sit on the side and wait for me to finish. When I’m running through my jungle taunting the animals, they probably shake their heads and pray for me, but they do it discreetly.

They remind me to focus on what’s in front of me, it’s ok to get upset, but patience and just taking the time to learn to be a better you is key. It takes a lot to do such a thing. And those women who can do this are those that I admire and respect.

My matron, my friend for life has taught me how to accept things that are hard. She has shown me how to forgive. She has shown me how to keep my hands, my eyes, and ears centered on the sounds and sights ahead of me. She has opened her heart, her ears, and her home to loving me.

One of my favorite mentors is the same. She juggles her complicated life and she does it with grace. She does it, while calling to me to make sure I’m ok. She does it while praising me and reminding me of my potential.

I’ve learned what consistency is. I’ve learned what being steadfast and picking your battles mean. I’ve learned what humility and patience is through her.

Black women need role models like these women. The first is a scientist by trade, but she is a mommy, a therapist, a nurse to many, and just a kind, sincere person.

One of the many goals of college educated Black women are Greek organizations. Such organizations are safe havens for Black women. They remind us that it’s ok to share your credentials, be proud of your accomplishments, while reminding you to love yourself!

The Black Greek Sororities help uplift our Black communities. The organizations place us in spaces with liked-minded women who are focused on their jungle walk. Because some of our obstacles are similar, we have an opportunity to learn how to relax when we hear that lion, pray when we see the claws of the bear in our right peripheral view, or hear the rattle of that’s right in front of us.

The organIzations remind us to be proud of being Black and educated. They remind us it’s ok to express yourself! They remind of that progress takes time and with each year, we are slowly accomplishing what our founders knew could happen.

Being a black woman means we sometimes need other black women to teach us. Being a Black woman means uplifting the next even if those lessons are hard and you are still many tantrums away from learning to remain calm. When you have friends, sisters, and sorors that can tell you the truth about your attitude, and still love you and send you cards, kiss your check, hug you right, and teach you that you are NOT alone in the jungle, that’s big!

Have you found yours??

I have….

2 thoughts on “Black Woman… The Jungle is safe Because 🐘 are Blessings

  1. I love this!! The emotions conveyed on paper that I could feel in my heart made me feel as if I were right there in the jungle with you. Lol

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