Dr. King’s Legacy … “I Have A Dream . . .”

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Happy Friday, All!
Yes, yes … y’all!  T.G.I.F.!
It is the second full week of the New Year, and I am feeling all sorts of things!!  What about you!??  We are living in some most interesting times … in case you haven’t noticed.  First of all, I would like to thank each and every one of you for putting up with my random thoughts and ideas coupled with these writings.  I appreciate youse … each and every one of you!!  Of course, I often include the option of telling me that you would like to be removed from the mailing list for the New Year, feel free to do so.  I don’t have one of those fancy buttons so, you have to let me know.  Trust me … some people do!!  I am cool with that, too!
So, this past Wednesday, I was in yoga class with a new instructor … a somewhat new attitude … and feeling rather focused, if you will.  I like to start the New Year off with a new attitude to embrace whatever comes my way.  So, after doing a variety of “asanas” or poses … from downward dog to cobra, warriors one and two, as well as three (standing split) even “flipping the dogs” as we say in yoga, not to mention holding ourselves in plank pose for extended time …  Finally, when it was time to go into corpse pose, I felt like I was drifting … my eyes were closed … and I had a vision of my father standing next to his  old two tone pink Cadillac DeVille … circa 1957 … which he had repaired himself and made driveable from Westchester County, NY to Florida!!  We would go as a family every year at Christmas to visit his family in Tallahassee and my mother’s family in Tampa and Lake City, FL.  Soon afterwards … in my vision with eyes shut tightly … I saw my mother, laying in a hospital bed at Florida Medical Center here in Lauderdale … just as she was nearly 10 years ago in their hospice after my sister Edna and I had decided that it would be best.  She looked peaceful … then suddenly, got up and walked away ….  One lone tear trickled down the side of my right eye as I came out of the “corpse pose” to a seated lotus position.
They always talked about Dr. King … they told me about the hostilities they both faced … and their families faced … growing up in the rural South of North Florida with very extreme racism and segregation.  The church we attended in the Winbrook Projects, Bethel Baptist Church, was similar to the churches of “The South” and the community rallied around that church as well as others … all within about a 4 block radius.  My parents made me attend Sunday School as well as Church service with them we had the traditional nuclear African American family … as did Dr. King.  They had a picture of him over the humble dining room table set in the front of the tiny living room … He was our HERO!
Keep your dream alive … whatever it may be … as long as it is based in peace and progress.  Celebrate the legacy of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. as you create your own … our own!

John I. Cook, Director

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