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| Paula Brooks |
The creation of this blog has been on my heart for years. One thing that I KNOW for sure, is "Everything is in DIVINE ORDER"! Everything I've done-or not done, has led up to this moment. For years I have been dismayed by the amount of negativity portrayed by the news media-especially as it relates to people of color. I feel compelled to document our POSITVE experiences-those things no matter how small, that add richness and meaning to our lives. Hence, the birth of "
Divine Reflections". This blog is about the spark of Divinity that resides in each of us, and the positive, creative ways we choose to manifest our God given talents, and express our life's purpose.
So this space is about my perspectives, but more importantly, it's about my encounters with you! I now know that I am a story-teller by birth. I love using words to paint pictures, and this space is devoted to telling your stories. I look forward to hearing from you! If you have an event that you'd like to have documented, or if you have a story that will uplift and inspire, I'd love to let our community know about it!
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| Pauline Brooks |
Two things inspired me to finally begin this blog. The first was my take on the movie "The Help". I left the theater feeling so encouraged! I reflected on how far we've come as a people, and especially as African-American women. I remembered hearing my own mother, Pauline Brooks, describe the years she spent working as a domestic. Yet she courageously followed her dream of owning a women's retail clothing store. At that time it was unheard of for a black woman to knock on showroom doors in New York. Despite blatant and covert racism, she opened her store in 1953 and managed to keep it open for 35 years.
Then I thought about how Aibileen, the lead character in the movie, must have felt as she walked down that long, dark road at the end. Although she had been fired, she knew she had out-grown her dead end job. Her heart must have fluttered at the knowledge that God had greater works in store for her. She had already broken down a huge barrier by giving a voice to "the help"-poor, uneducated women who had never even been asked what they thought, or how they felt about anything. I'm sure she was fearful and anxious, but her spirit must have soared at the prospect of taking another step into uncharted territory. She knew it was time to pursue her dream of becoming a writer.
Hope to hear from you soon! Namaste' (I behold the light in you)!
