seeing your name in my journal just now takes me back to that first day your eyes on me as i slurped the chai like a cat me feeling shy because we had made love under the stars and here we were in the daylight learning about each other (toes in the water after a…
when i am swallowed up in my own pain when people are here but not here when i am overwhelmed by the needs and expectations of people who want me all to them themselves to be their balm to be an audience to be what they need… i look for a way out and then…
“My music is the spiritual expression of what I am — my faith, my knowledge, my being…When you begin to see the possibilities of music, you desire to do something really good for people, to help humanity free itself from its hangups…I want to speak to their souls.”~John Coltrane As I go through the rather…
My day began in darkness. I padded out to the kitchen to put the water on for coffee, noticing the blanket of stillness tucked all around the morning. As I waited for the water to boil, I let my skin drink in the moonlight that was eagerly gushing through the windows and let my mind…
“Look at the beautiful, green buds!” she exclaimed. “I worry for them. It’s only February,” he replied. Now, it’s nearly April and the leaves are unfurling and stretching to the sun. He’s not here to see that and yet it’s happening all the same. Faith trumps worry.
Last night I received a scathing comment on this blog post from a woman who is a friend of a friend. One of the people who lives on the edges of my life. The post clearly triggered her own feelings of low self-worth so she lashed out at me. In our subsequent email exchange, she…
