Saturday, August 20, 2016
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Photo Credit: Key Williams
"When our identity comes from the self, then we keep our energy to ourselves. We feel energetic, we feel powerful, and we experience youthful vigor"~Deepak Chopra
As the summer comes to an end, I took a little break from my blog life. My mind, my spirit, and my sanity were in need of rest. I had a whole blog typed up and ready to publish, but I erased it because so much chaos was happening in the same week. I could not bring myself to write, until now. When I started this blog, I truly did not have an aim or a goal. I just wanted to educate others in some type of way. Then, I realized that diversity in the school systems, in homes, and in a lot of areas in the world were lacking. I wanted to help with that so I created Miss T's Book Room.
Growing up I had books, I was surrounded by them daily. The Baby-Sitters Club, The Golden Books, Dr. Seuss, and Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle......just to name a few. However, only a couple of books unintentionally taught me about self-identity. I did not realize the impact these books had on my young life until I was older. Her Stories was the name of one and it was written by Virginia Hamilton. I read this book everyday and everyday I felt like I was reading it for the first time. It was a book given to me by my Grandmother. I would look at the colorful illustrations and the expressive words. My attention would be so into those characters that I would construct a new story about them.
While it may seem strange to others, Her Stories helped me to gain self-identity, I saw myself as a black woman. While reading this book, I discovered that I was beautiful, I can make mistakes, words could hurt me, and that I could be knowledgeable as well as wise. The other book was something I read when I was older, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou. I read that story multiple times too, until the book was torn (as you can see I like to read things multiple times). Even though Maya lived in a different time, she wrote with so much feeling and imagery. Dr. Seuss nor The Golden Books could help me manifest this revelation. I never realized that a child reading these books and engaging in certain illustrations could produced self love.