I have enjoyed Oprah's replay of Maya Angelou's interviews on OWN. I am always amazed at how far the famous poet came from being abandoned by her own mother until she was ten years old, to being lauded by people all over the world. In an interview on NPR she said she didn't blame her mother at all for sending her and her brother to live with her grandmother when they were small kids. This had to be after she was raped by her mother's boyfriend at the age of five. She was mute a number of years after that violation.The children were put on the train with a note attached to them saying where they were to get off in a state many miles away.She said the porters on the train made sure they reached their destination.
When I hear her story and other stories like hers, I realize how blessed I was to have a wonderful mother and family, all through my childhood. How can I complain, even now, when someone like Dr. Angelou, who had the deck stacked against her, overcame such hardships to get an education and go on to make a difference in the world.
This has been the weekend for me to observe and not participate. That is unusual for me as I am almost always working on something. But I think I need this time to contemplate my own life and where I will go from here. I have made one thing the meaningful part of my life since Barry died, and that has left me fragile. I will pursue more meaningful things. What will that be? I'll have to figure that out. First I have to get strong and healthy again.
Stay with me, my blogging friends. I appreciate you so much.