I pushed off the pavement as my longboard coasted away from the Historic Overtown Metro station. “God’s Plan” by Drake bumped in my earbuds. I felt like I was winning, and giving an abundance like king Drizzy Drake.
As I coasted into the heart of Overtown down 3rd Ave, though, I felt a shift in my gut. From the pit of my belly came the feeling: “Oh shit, this is real.” I had a few bananas and plantain chips with me, so Gollum at least knew that he’d be fed. But Frodo writhed outward. Not only did I have to trust in myself and those around me, but I also had to show up with sincerity and heart presence. Continue reading “Into Overtown”