The title* of this blog is a reference to one of my favorite novels, Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God.
It is the story of a young black woman named Janie, and her journey through life in the American South (Florida) during the early 20th century. An excerpt from one of my favorite passages, which reverberates true in my chest:
When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Then after that some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another, but the mud is deaf and dumb. Like all the other tumbling mud-balls, Janie had tried to show her shine.
We are all tumbling mud-balls, imperfect creatures who carry a kernel of perfection inside of us. I do sometimes feel both deaf and dumb, unable to reach out to or receive from the world around me. But I am grateful for the people around me who are willing to probe and dig for the spark. And it is a reminder to me that every person I cross paths with has a song worth hearing, and that my own is worth sharing.
*Honestly, I wanted to just title the blog with my name and call it a day. But can you believe it was already taken? The most original thing about me is apparently completely unoriginal.