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We honor Juneteenth today, a date etched into American history — June 19, 1865 — the day the enslaved in Galveston, Texas were finally told they were free. Two and a half years late.
But I’ve come to realize: my freedom didn’t start in 1865.
It didn’t start in a courtroom or a proclamation.
It began in my body.
It began when I stopped merely surviving… and chose to move.
Spacetime, Survival, and the Beat of Becoming
When I was diagnosed with early-stage breast cancer, I did not feel free.
Even surrounded by support, even with my faith intact — I felt locked inside my own skin.
That’s when I returned to dance — not just as art, but as medicine. That’s when I began to understand Einstein’s truth:
Time and space are not conditions in which we live, but modes by which we think.
Juneteenth gave me a language for delayed justice. Breast cancer gave me a reason to reclaim my time.
Spacetime gave me the lens to understand that liberation is not linear.
It bends.
It loops.
It moves with mass and energy, just like us.
Freedom as Movement
My freedom today lives in movement — traditional, ancestral, and sacred.
I sway because I’m still here.
I stretch because others could not.
I breathe because healing takes space.
And I dance… because I can.
This platform, Eglobal.space, is my vow in motion — a site born not just of pain, but of promise.
Where science and spirit meet.
Where advocacy and ancestry link arms.
Where survivors become storytellers.
Call to Motion
Today, in honor of Juneteenth, I don’t just ask you to remember history.
I invite you to reshape your own spacetime.
Take a deep breath.
Put on a song that moves you.
And then… move.
Even if it’s just one step.
Even if it’s just your fingertips.
Let your body say what freedom means to you.
Because freedom delayed… does not have to be freedom denied.
Not when we choose to live in motion.
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