In Las Vegas, a meaningful conversation under the January sun.
A book recommendation that should be for everyone.
Voluminous research and following ensued.
The commitment to an event I was sure would be soul food.
Travel was less journey, more destination.
Now in Lisbon, meeting a kindred-spirit, my first action.
Recounting stories of what carried us here.
Presence and authenticity all the while bringing us cheer.
A bit overwhelmed by the choices to make.
Mystery was the best step to take.
Quickly succumbing to being lost in getting lost.
Words and emotions of gathering artfully aloft.
In a beautiful space, presented with prose and romantic propositions.
Discovering, all around, intellectual curiosity, honestly.
No longer feeling as if asking for permission.
Magically realizing one more human belongs, boldly.
It’s me.
Music, photography, art and stories.
All around me, arming my dreams.
We chose courage, compassion and curiosity over complexities.
Willing to experience, and all that humanity means.
Slightly hung over, contemplating human and machine.
Creating companionship cooperatively.
Stepping outside to find intimacy.
Toasting to winning and everything in between.
Thoughts of mission invade my being.
What if we never had to explain.
And everyone brought their version of agreeing.
Intimacy could then completely reign.
Looking ahead at integrating the beauty.
These connected brains connecting the world.
I can’t unlearn, my voice is my duty.
Convinced I’ll rearrange the ideas I’ve twirled.
Now in the wild, it all makes much sense.
That all of this time, I’ve been preparing to commence.
I see the beauty of the house that I’ve built.
And promise to nurture it, without any guilt.
Absolutely beautiful!
Thanks Mom 😘