The Internet can be a cruel and unusual abyss of half-cocked opinions and bargain basement analysis, especially when it comes to Black wom...
Breathe & Thaw
The sun has made a strong case today & I'm listening.
As the chill breaks I wonder why I stay on the East Coast, taking a chance every Fall/Winter that I'll have to go to blows with the cold. This year I was KO'd like I haven't been in a long time. Only a reminder that sunnier skies exist elsewhere & it just might be time to explore some of those other possibilities.
While I contemplate a change in my reality, friends speak to me as if messages have crept through their consciousness from other realms, & offer the same advice. I don't believe in coincidences much & can't help but take pause for consideration. All arrows seem to be pointing away...but where? I feel the need for returning to the classroom as a student creeping up on me. I can also feel cultural immersion of some sort, uprooting & transplanting myself across waters & trying to bust through a new personal box. Japan is a recurring theme... The ways in which a [proverbial] pen can move are ever presenting themselves, expanding the possibilities. If I could just crank this song out that's playing slightly above mute in the back of my mind.
I've got so many marks to make & I just can't decide what color sidewalk chalk to use first. I want my name to camp out on bookstore shelves. I want a little black girl to read a story I wrote just for her while her mama reads a story I wrote just for her. I want to decorate your home in the color & style of your innermost fantasies. I wanna produce the sounds that wake up your spirit. I want to walk into a building I own & sit amongst the faces of the children I serve. I wanna come home to the sound of...
I got dreams. I'm preparing my soil to bear fruit. The sun, my sun, will ripen them til they burst at juicy capacity & my gifts spill out onto the earth. My nectar is here to nourish us all.
Watch me move.