A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin, and culture is like a tree without roots. –Marcus Garvey
It rained so much during the last two weeks that my heart sang whenever the rain ceased or the sun brightened the skies–even if for only a few moments. As always, I took every opportunity to note the trees.
For some reason I was most drawn to the interaction of the trees: Trees touching. Bare trees mingling with half-dressed trees. Signs of spring and winter in one shot.
I enjoyed witnessing the elements of nature conspiring to push us toward certain awakening.
I read Nikki Giovanni’s poem, “BLK History Month,” earlier today, and I realized how often we use trees to underscore the importance of Black history and presence. And since the final #ThursdayTreeLove of the month falls on the last day of Black History Month (BHM) this year, I’m ending with Giovanni’s poem, which uses a tree [?] analogy to challenge the argument that BHM is not needed.