Namaste blog tribe
Can you believe it’s been over two weeks since I’ve shared anything other than poetry? Me? The daily blog-ette…
Something must be up.
In the middle of “something” being up. Sleepless nights. A lot of kissing. Love. Novel. Amazing job. New York City. Chaos. Tears. Spring. Bouncing.
I received a poem from a brother of mine…
I read your thoughts and think.
You are the definition of soul searcher:
non stop, to the top, uncompromising of beliefs in one self.
I called you a sensual thinker cause “you” arise the thoughts of a
Lift as you may, arousal.
The speck of injustice of writers-not willing-to sell out —
for one feel you.
I read a journey of a young lady, turning womenhood with all fascination;
grown in a self experience of the day.
I salute your dedication to the writers.
I respect your search for your truth.
I value our friendship, as a meant connection.
“May we make history”
He reached me today as my tired head shook side to side at work that I love but takes full advantage of me… I worked 16 hours a day three days in a row this week.
To the Writers…