It’s raining.

I used to always stand in the rain.
When I worked for 7-Eleven, I was the crazy employee standing in the parking lot, soaking wet.

Tonight, I felt the storms rolling in… with my children freshly in bed, I stepped into the backyard, bare feet on grass, and rose into the sky.

Planted in earth, among the clouds, a piece of mySelf— perhaps the piece I’ve been stirring awake with my drum and flute— reBloomed.

Or at least made an appearance.

Or was felt.

I’m not who I pretend to be,
as this 1978 one.

I must keep reminding myself of this…




  1. Mom says:

    This post allowed me to feel the refreshing and oneness you experienced as well. Thank you so much for being so open and free to remind the rest of the us “who” we are meant to be

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