On the last AM of my visit to Martha's Vineyard in the state of Massachusetts, in the US. I overslept because of events of the night before. I decided against my better judgment and by doing that I missed the sunrise. It was so important to me to make it to see the sunrise after I had felt a particular connection to the land that surround me. Firstly, I invited myself on this trip because it was the place where, The Inkwell was filmed. The Inkwell is a movie written by Trey Ellis, directed by Matty Rich, and filmed in the predominantly Black area of this beautiful island named Martha's Vineyard. I loved that the story a starred a Black cast, so with this opportunity, I felt I just had to set my feet on the land. Secondly, instead of isolating myself and managing my energy for the final night, I spent uninspired time with the person I was closest with on the trip. I interjected by inviting myself to this experience and ironically They interjected my thoughts and planted agony in my mood. And how I felt about this entire experience is written all over my face.
I decided to acknowledge what I was feeling and reflect aloud as I found my way through the treelined passage. I filmed myself because I knew I was willfully keeping myself in a toxic environment because of the loyalty and attachment I had to my Word. I needed to look back and see progress, and I knew that This acknowledgment was a step in the overcoming direction. And, I was ready to face it.
"I want to be alone. I'm on an island and I still want to be alone. That's pretty interesting."
Natural foliage around the home of renown melanated painter Lois Mailou Jones.
On the days of giving all that you have,
To that which is outside of you.
Depleting the energy you bare.
Know that you grant yourself
One more day of self-gratification.
So be there,
To Be there.
Review source: National Museum of Women in the Arts