The Healer

It spoke with a deep bass voice. As the world turned, it descended into a violent tremolo. People fell from grace as it continued its painful crescendo. An occasional pizzicato lightened our load. It approached its whole note with a furious bow. There wasn’t a happy medium in sight. Simply piano to sfz. A triple forte was a mere suggestion. The fine brought the cello to its ultimate C. People exhaled and shoulders finally relaxed. The pain was finally released.

Not all beverages are created equal

Not all beverages are created equal. Water. Hot tea. Organic juice. These three beverages have been my liquid choices for a while now. When I went to Publix to purchase meat, I decided to pick up two flavors of Ocean Spray juice. After one cup, my body immediately informed me that it is too sweet for my consumption. Publix had a refund on its hands. This was never a problem before the introduction of organic juice from Brother’s Farmers Market. Its amazing to me how quickly personal taste can change.


There are journals from college that have references to the beach. There was a desire to spend more time there. Its funny that many of us complain about the traffic or time it takes to get there; including myself. However, there are people that travel from all over the world to enjoy its beauty. This summer has found me visiting the beach more often in spite of myself. Vacation time can make a girl quite lazy.
I went to the beach twice this week. One evening found me driving there to simply enjoy the mere sight of it all. The sensation of the wind against my skin was exhilarating. There were not a lot of people, and the heat was not present. It was relaxing and beautiful. The moon was at its halfway mark as the sun fell. While staring at a cloud, a plane flew into the middle of it. Lights started flashing. When it happened again with the sound of rolling thunder, I quickly found myself en route to my car. It was a moment in nature with amazing results.


After the alligator incident at Walt Disney, an angry feeling took over me. I felt as if Facebook was a monstrous machine. Last year, Rachel was all the rage. Between the gorilla and the alligator and then Orlando, (RIP), the ongoing rampage of news was entirely too much for me to take. My business pages were set to redirect people to my phone number and email address. I logged out and deleted all of the FB apps from my phone. Where is the Zika virus? There are still homeless people on the street, and new HIV infections daily. For some strange reason, I do not hear about these issues anymore. Is it because they no longer exist or is it because they are no longer deemed newsworthy? Which entity is responsible for making the decision about what is stuffed down our throats?


People have been telling me that I look smaller. Are you losing weight? ME?! I have not exercised in months. Food is something that I enjoy without any regulation. How does this regimen contribute to a smaller me? Who knows. However, the inspiring comments prompted me to walk for exactly thirty minutes this evening. This physical activity was followed by a home cooked meal. I am so proud of myself.


Lately, I have been exhausted. It has not been one thing running me into the ground but the entire scene. My work day was extended because of the training I was facilitating for upcoming student performances. My social endeavors have been maintained with at least one event a week and none of this includes my own performances. After the insomnia subsided, my body was left in a vast wasteland.
I have sought the refuge of solitude during the day, and a hot bath at night. A 90 minute massage has greatly assisted along with some time to myself. Appointments have been postponed and some engagements were delegated elsewhere. This day has been spent in a slow cycle of peace and reflection. The summer vacation looms on the horizon like a giant donut sign.

Special Soul

Everyone should be lucky enough to have that one friend with whom you can converse about anything: fears, hopes, dreams, ambitions. Whenever such a person is around, it makes you feel as if something magical is happening. A friend of this nature is similar to you in nature and wants the best for you. There in good times, there in bad times. Always standing by your side, quietly loving you from a distance when necessary but always there. The interesting thing is that I never knew this person was the kind soul that I now know as an amazing ally. There are many things in this lifetime that will be called mistakes; however, my alliance with this kind soul has benefitted me in ways that can not be expressed in words.

Erotic Poetry

It was a night of erotic poetry. My outfit was brand new complete with red fishnet stockings; a throwback to my days on the pole. When I saw the surprise opening act, a smile crossed my mind. The consummate artist, a true professional of the craft, took to the stage in an outstanding black suit which was complemented by a striking smokey eye. Needless to say, the mind bending content also left colorful visuals over more than one head. This was all before my favorite graced us with her midnight presence.

Spring Break

My 39th birthday turned into a different tale for me. I performed at a Baptism luncheon, went shopping, and was served a marvelous fish dinner. Before I could blink, Atlanta welcome me with open arms. I toured the Center for Human & Civil Rights with great emotion and a new understanding of what my forefathers experienced before me. Uber became a new hobby and Southern charm was all the rage. The peachy place made for a wonderful getaway if only for a moment.
As Easter Day turns into night, my body is tired while my mind is feverish. My week has been planned yet the phone needs to be charged. Another trip to the Farmer’s Market is necessary in order to make it through the week. Simple changes that I have made to my diet seem to have sent some of the pounds away. Olive oil is my friend. What does the season of birth have in store for me?