The embrace of a true friend is enough glory to overwhelm all the time spent in close quarters being unknown with another and the ideas of another.
This weekend, I gained at least 10 lifelong companions—all our ancestors are homies—while asserting the availability of my genuine and irrevocably sweeeeeeet artistic strength. Feeling loved and allowing my mouth to open with ease, metaphor, and praise. Jah bless.
This weekend, I began my fellowship as an Independent Scholar for the Carr Center, working alongside resident artist Carrie Mae Weems in none other than Detroit, Michigan. Jah bless.
Perhaps I will write Jah bless to conclude each paragraph? The sentiment is true enough to be repeated yet able to continue and flow uninterrupted.
It is so simple to be interesting for a while. To let love burn a flame for a while. To speak openly for a while. It wears off though. Unless the flow can exist uninterrupted. I, on a balancing step, position my words knowing there is a particular melody I abide in yet also seek to contradict. I am exhausted of that which cannot continue. Exhausted.
My moments are brim with joy and it is so quiet I feel it setting down territory, laying the plans for a crawl space beneath my visibility to exist beside a closed eye. I feel the peace of timed exit, how my spirit shakes me with clarity to remove this body from thieving desire. I trust and feel the protection of my Creator and publicly I shall preserve my reverence for His patience and commitment to the mystery.
Mystery ain’t magic, ain’t lifted and revealed upon a cloudy day, ain’t loud, fast talking, slow walking, peering, back breaking nor achin’—mystery is present, still, obvious and intentional that it is a changing thing. A living thing. An open thing. A beautiful thing. A terrifyingly natural thang.
So I will surely write more on this blog but I gotta give space to this thing within me that is so lovely and so still and so quiet, timelessly living within me, healing me, speaking me into the arms and hearts of kindred love. I gotta start this blog honoring a peaceful body whose faith is transforming into trust. My body. My body. This body that chose me. Me.