Empowered Spirit

Screaming, moaning for more. dancing at those tips, as the latissimus dorsi swells, and you thrust from the earth. I watch the beauty, the flawlessness, it's magic to my eyes -- rhythm, i ache. and the colors fill the the canvas. splayed, splashed, with brights and neutrals your brush, your stroke, creates an epic display my eyes dilate, pounding my corazón.  and crash! the cymbals, and the bass echoes  with a bead of sweat that falls,  your head, to the beat the set feeds, you feed the set. synergy.  an orchestra to the Soul. my right side is eager crying, desperate -- for more, for change. our destiny is in our hands, our souls. with movement, a stroke, a sound --  it's alive,  we're alive.

Maybe I'm in denial that I'm still living on the East Coast, so I decided to transition west -- to West Philadelphia. Moving out of a home with loving friends and a cozy feeling, stimulating conversation, and a communal presence was a tough decision. But with most other things in my life, I find myself bouncing when I get too comfortable. With the move came new thoughts around community, and more significantly what I want my community to hold. The importance of diversity, surrounding yourself with large trees, backyards, food variety, mixed peoples, and porches. As I am feeling accepted in a new place, as a white face, I see that my neighbors are different than they have ever been. Not only because of race but because of their ability to actually talk to each other. What a thought. Smiling faces and lots of "How are yas?" as you walk down the block, with kids all bundled ready to topple over into the brown snow. And this is in the winter! I can feel a difference