Tag Archives: childhood memories

I Didn’t Get to Taste the Deer Meat!!

I just read a blog that stated follow your heart – stating that if you follow your heart, you will always end up in the right direction. The blogger even stated that it was the next best guide to the Holy Bible. I thought, really? Another commentator spoke about your heart leading you to people who seem to lack a moral compass and to be careful. I too, felt a little ill at ease from the post and threw some additional caution to the ambitious blogger.

While I agree that you must follow your heart, I have grown to comprehend that if you don’t understand why your heart feels the way it does, then your moral compass can’t guide you accurately. We develop our moral compass as children through the guidance of our family, friends, culture, etc. But our perception as children isn’t always correct. Then as adults we spend much time using a compass that’s out of whack which is why we tend to find ourselves repeating the same patterns in our relationships.

An example of an innocent memory gone wrong… Continue reading

From My Father’s Knee

As early as 4 years old, I can remember walking through the grocery store with my mother, all eyes peering at me. I grew up in the small towns of Oklahoma. Not so unique, but my mother was Caucasian and father African American. Along with my mixed heritage, I had mixed feelings about the smiles, stares, and the pointing that often accompanied them. Many times, I would ask my mother, “Why is she staring at me?” You see, I learned early that if I asked this question as loud as I could, it would shame most people and they would move on. Others – those more persistent would shift the child on their hip, grasp tighter to the jug of milk in hand and inquire as to “Who I was…” Continue reading