My cup is more than full
Yesterday into this morning was a lesson in how to cram five lives into one. Tin and I began the day at a playground design workshop at the new school where parents and children got to brainstorm about what they wanted in our new playground. Afterwards everyone had to select committees and I picked to be the DJ spinning records for six hours on the build day. #stopmebeforeIvolunteeragain
Then I dashed over to the Healing Center to Cafe Istanbul to participate in Womanifest (pronounced WHOA MANIFEST), a gathering of Black women and the men who support them where I attended a workshop in vision planning and how to raise Black boys in this city as a single mother. People of all ages crowded into the space trading clothes, drinking our own local Bissap, attending workshops and watching performances. I ran into tons of friends, learned about visioning my own life, manifesting my own love, and helping to enhance my son’s qualities. A couple of friends arrived and I was able to take a minute and sit with them while they ate lunch at my friend, Fatma’s restaurant. While they ate I sipped a cay (Turkish tea – which fueled me for the rest of the day).
My friends had come bearing micro greens for me and I was over the top because these greens are like crack. When I got home later that afternoon, I made a quick salad and when I looked at the finished bowl I found a green heart smiling up at me. My friends said, “Your time is coming soon!”
Before I left Womanifest, another friend dragged me over to her house nearby and made me a perfect Dark and Stormy as we caught up – our lives have been so incredibly busy lately that a face to face has been impossible. Then it was another dash to get home and do a James Brown turnaround having to dress for Ashé’s Power House debut party. I was one of five gals trying to have dinner before hand, and we went to five restaurants with no luck of getting in before a two hour wait before landing at The Butcher, which conveniently buys my friend’s micro greens so the Chef made space for us. He sent out beautiful plates of charcuterie and such and there I was at this haven for bread and mostly pork, wondering what I would eat and I ended up having a fabulous meal – pickled brussel sprouts and a bread-less pastrami sandwich over the most delectable house made cole slaw. Oh my, YUM.
Then we scurried out into the chilly night to hit the Power House, Ashé’s new building that was celebrating its grand opening with Tank and the Bangers playing and lots of chocolate to go around. My friend and I posed with Tank after the concert because the talk of the town is she is going places and so these intimate moments with her are soon to be history.
And then it was home to bed, curled up with my heating pad and then up way too early to costume Tin and take him to the Purim festival at the synagogue this morning where my friends band, The Panorama Jazz Band, was helping us celebrate Purim.
My cup is not half full, it’s full to the brim and runneth over.