1988: As an itinerant teacher, I did a lot of driving. One day in particular stays in my mind. Driving though Rockdale, Texas, I stopped at the red light and glanced at the man standing next to my car. I recognized him by his eyes; he squinted and looked directly at me. The old man had black skin and I would have known him anywhere! He was my friend and companion. We worked together every day in the cotton fields. It was a knowing that we had both been slaves on a Louisiana Plantation years before the Civil War. I looked again and he was just a middle aged white farmer in coveralls, climbing into this pickup truck. What a memory! Thank you.
Mother, wife, teacher, healer, psychic, friend, spiritualist, traveler on planet earth at this remarkable time in history.