Juneteenth

A text came in; one of the team, MaShaun Roth, was down in Arkansas visiting family and had responded to her request for a picture of a cotton field. It was early morning in the image and the sun was pink gold shining down on a sea of white puffs. Enna texted back her thanks and then concentrated - looking through an interior set of eyes (seeing from the same place where she could hear differently when she did paranormal translation) and saw them. So many walking between the rows; so many children running and shouting and playing. One little girl turned to look at her and wave (Enna waved back). "Are you all right?" Enna asked in Bright, and the girl nodded (grabbing her brother to look and wave, too). "It's like walkin' among the clouds - peaceful an' happy like it always shoulda been," came the very faint response, and the two giggled shyly. Their mother came to retrieve the pair and Enna watched them go. She put on some traditional music from a CD that Grandmother Komoyite had given her (rhythms for harvest and healing). It felt right to move just a little bit, to sway and step, and build that bridge as a modern girl greeting the old world with a tribute to its tremendous suffering, inexhaustible courage, and resilience of spirit - a legacy still felt and needed today.