Just listening to your description of home brings back so many beautiful memories of visiting Greenville, Leland and other areas of Mississippi. The love, the families, the cooking, the music; Bobby Blue Bland and Al Green . . .yes, yes, yes. Thank you for this wonderful share.
Your simplistic recall of Moss Point shadow Baldwin as he too recalls in early upcoming in Harlem,NY. Moss Point is a metaphor for what it means to run in away into yourself. From my perspective, Moss Point never left you, regardless how we try to leave our own Moss Points. I challenge myself to look into the eyes of my own Moss Point and breathe its air and drink from its streams of remembrance. Thanks for taking us back home with you! Hopefully we’ll be inspired as well to return back to the porches of grandma looking for us before the streetlights come on!
We never take a straight path through the maze of life, but we have to quietly turn back to see it. Thanks for the nudge.
Just listening to your description of home brings back so many beautiful memories of visiting Greenville, Leland and other areas of Mississippi. The love, the families, the cooking, the music; Bobby Blue Bland and Al Green . . .yes, yes, yes. Thank you for this wonderful share.
Beautiful. I grew up in Louisiana and have many cousins in Mississippi. Your words resonated with me, as they always do, Dr. Glaude.
Your simplistic recall of Moss Point shadow Baldwin as he too recalls in early upcoming in Harlem,NY. Moss Point is a metaphor for what it means to run in away into yourself. From my perspective, Moss Point never left you, regardless how we try to leave our own Moss Points. I challenge myself to look into the eyes of my own Moss Point and breathe its air and drink from its streams of remembrance. Thanks for taking us back home with you! Hopefully we’ll be inspired as well to return back to the porches of grandma looking for us before the streetlights come on!