in the bubble

why does it always feel like
getting to what I really want in life
is like walking a bridge
that is 1,000 miles long?

i wonder if I will ever get there.
I wonder if i will ever figure out
which way to get there
and,more importantly, how.

my friend Shar - another one of my inspirations -
just sent me an e-mail of an article
that was written about her 1st & 2nd grade students
and the project they did. it was featured in
the New York Daily News.

Just the fact that this girl
followed her heart and headed east
to pursue life in a different world
is already inspiring.

To know that she is continuing to do
her life's work
in one of the most underresourced communities
in the country - Harlem - just
makes me so incredibly hopeful,
hopeful that there are still people
out there who have been a part of "the movement"
who continue on.

Cause I know
so many of us get jaded,
so disconcerted by the many factors we cannot
control
which cocntinuously work against
everything we are fighting for.

I think that's where i am.
'kinda stuck in the muddle,
not knowing how to even
re-educate my own friends
about certain issues
that are perpetuated
by even the smallest things they say.
don't wanna be the "Debbie Downer" of the group, ya know.

Thank goodness I have people like Shar who
help keep me looking forward.