The wound is the place where the LIGHT enters you.
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī
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A playlist to represent a little bit of everything I love:
Ella Fitzgerald – “Blue Skies” – My favorite singer of ALL TIME. The scatting! Look it up and whose photo does it show? ELLA! The queen.
John Coltrane – “Blue Train”
Miles Davis – “Stella by Starlight”
Marvin Gaye – “Inner City Blues”
Stevie Wonder – “My Cherie Amour”
Mos Def – “Umi Says”
Tribe Called Quest – “Electric Relaxation”
Erykah Badu – “Love of My Life (an Ode to Hip Hop)”
Curtis Mayfield – “Pusherman”
James Brown – “Papa Don’t Take No Mess”
Jackson Five – “Never Can Say Goodbye”
Pete Rock & CL Smooth – “The Creator”
The Carters – “Apeshit”
Public Enemy – “Rebel Without a Pause”
Erik B. & Rakim – “I Ain’t No Joke”
J Dilla – “Trashy”
Ray Charles – “Georgia”
Aretha Franklin – “Day Dreaming”
Abbey Lincoln – “For All We Know”
Nina Simone – “Who Knows Where the Time Goes”
Oh gosh, the morning air lately. I wake up chilled and cuddle the hubster while the light changes. Sometimes we chat of all that woke up swimming in our brains. Funny stories, dreams – little and big, rages and raves. Then we’re up and out and walking and taking in the beauties of this great and glorious city. It’s difficult to imagine a better beginning to our day. Geese off to warmer pastures, pools of mountain light, cotton candy pillow clouds. And twice this week, there was snow on Pike’s Peak. I love that mountain from every angle, but boy, how each is enhanced when the wintry robes are on.
We met our littlest cousin yesterday, healthy, happy, and positively adorable. Juniper was so curious and good, hopping up to get a sniff while I cuddled and cuddled and cuddled, before playing guard dog and distant observer. Such sweetness.
It had been a while since I held such a wee babe (eight pounds at the moment), and I am delighted to report that I remain dazzled by every aspect: the tiny hands, tiny cries, rosebud lips, soft sighs and spit-up.
And, as promised, our little herb patch, fruit orchard, and wood store, fenced and protected from our best digger dog. We have two varieties of sage, chives, nectarine, cherry, and plum trees; rhubarb, strawberry, black raspberry, blackberry, red and black currant, elderberry, and gooseberry. What beautiful harvests we have in our future!
Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.
Walt Whitman
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The living can’t quit living because the world has turned terrible, and people they love and need are killed. They can’t because they don’t. The light that shines into darkness and never goes out calls them on into life. It calls them back again into the great room. It calls them into their bodies and into the world, into whatever the world will require. It calls them into work and pleasure, goodness and beauty, and the company of other loved ones.
Wendell Berry
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