It was going to be a three and a half hour performance in the middle of Christmas Day for a brunch at a country club. I began the day at my ancestral altar and spent time in prayer. It was a simple way of giving thanks for my life and how it has transpired this season. I even made it a point to mention that my arms would remain open for future abundance. Well, they were full once the phone rang minutes before my first performance. Apparently, my presence was required at another venue immediately after the first one. There would be no time for a leisurely lunch or even a sip of tea. Unfortunately, I have yet to find my beloved pink water bottle.
As I flew from Boca Raton to Hallendale, I thought of holiday seasons of yesteryear. This has to be my busiest December to date. I have performed consecutively for days at a time and received last minute phone calls for engagements only hours away. I only wear red or black during this month.
Night has fallen. People are either having a second round of dessert or calling it a night. I have crawled into bed with thoughts of how Boxing Day should be conducted. As the New Year approaches, there are things that I would like to do to prepare including a proper house cleansing for myself and a client. (she doesn’t know it yet but her house cleansing will include lots of harping…). The fingertips are tired. The eyes are heavy. The body asks for rest. The radio is off in my home. I do not even hear crickets.