Time Capsule

July 31 will be a day I'll never forget. I closed out 22 years of living in Atlanta and moved to Memphis, heading for the "wild blue yonder". Closing the door of my loft was like the a pharoahs tomb being closed, only to be reopened at a later date. The art and artifacts are there, just as I left them. The finality of it all got to me as I headed west on I-20 to an uncertain future.

I am not afraid, but I'm curious as to the nature of my living here on this city on the Mississippi. I can say that I'm close to water again, even though it is not close to the body of water that I grew up living in Charleston.

The people, the scene, it's so surreal, different and I know it is going to take some adjustment. This is the furtherest west I've ever lived and I know abosolutely nothing about the city, sans from what I have read.

To have lived in two cities that marked the birth and death of Dr. King is surreal in itself. I must admit that I am drawn to this place. For some reason I feel like I belong here and a a lot of questions will be answered - finally.

As I arrived on the outskirts of the city yesterday the first thing I muttered was, "Why in the hell am I here". We All know that God wants me here for a reason and the whys will be answered.

His work is mysterious...