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After that Oscar break we now return to normal broadcasting. Doing the Oscar segments was fun and for those who loved it I will be doing such things from time to time to spice things up a bit so stay tuned. I know it’s been a while since I posted something new and I don’t like to make excuses so I won’t. I really love writing and I wish I could write more frequently but most of you will agree that life can make it a little difficult to focus on churning out pieces and doing the things that you love for the sake of the things that are considerably necessary. Thank God for wonderful friends who pressure, manhandle, abuse, torment and challenge me to infuse life into what I love to do and channel my energy there creatively (You know who you are). I love you and I thank God for you. You know where I’m happiest and God guides you to push me in that direction.

Those who are close to me know that I have faced and continue to face so immense challenges in the last few weeks. I begun my graduate school journey on faith and now that’s the only thing it seems to be running on. There’s a lot of uncertainty there but for some reason I feel that’s where I’m supposed to be. I don’t typically like to dwell on the specifics of the challenges but I am certainly moved by what they elicit in me and in others and that is what I take much delight in.

I am incredibly thankful to my maker who finds it fitting to allow me to jump these hurdles with the guarantee that there is light at the end of this great, deep, dark tunnel. Sometime last week (Not sure the exact day because lately they all feel the same) I was in a funk on the train kind of lost in my own head. I was going over plans that would potentially place me in a better place than I was and thinking, thinking, and thinking till my head was earth quaking. There were some leads but as with any leads there is potential for disappointment so I was considering all the permutations. I’m sure anyone who sometimes worries will agree that worrying often doesn’t help the emotional state so it’s probably not a good thing to do but such is the nature of worry that we worry anyway. I was in this lost state until a scent brought me back to earth.

It was a familiar scent and it immediately took me to a planet called hope. I remember that all too familiar scent. I wasn’t sure where it was coming from but someone in the train had a scent that resembled that of my grandmother. I sniffed to find the direction it was coming from but had no success. I was soon to give up allowing myself to bathe in that warm sensation of motherly care that scent provided. I was transported back to my childhood memories began to form again and I could remember some things. That was my grandmother’s scent or at least something similar to it. It was a collection of all the different things she wore but whenever I smelled it as a child I knew I was safe and everything was alright.

I can’t describe how much comfort that provided for me in the midst of an unwelcome storm. The moment was timely to say the least and in my head I knew I could stay there all day. I’m convinced God knows when we need a break and when we need a drink of water in a tough time.