Reflection of a Soul Child

My 40+ year old baby cousin, Deanna, has been singing since she was 3; at least that was when I first experienced her singing, “I’m a Lion” from The Wiz. Since then, I have cried every time I hear her voice.  It takes my breath away.  Living away…

Row: Reflexion

Hearing the word or saying the word sets my mind on a whirlwind of its own making. What am I thinking about? Gee, I don’t know! The images in my mind are traveling so fast I barely recognize one before another pops into my ‘mental’ view. Perhaps, only…

The Possibiilities

  The mirror and I, gaze with steady intent into each other’s eyes, Both of us begin grinning foolishly, as we simultaneously realize, That the world is our oyster, and no one can stop us, except us. No matter the odds or obstacles, we will smash them to dust….

In the Studio with Artist, Anna Arnold

June 13, 2017 – Working intuitively…is this a series? Pinning things together. The most interesting things are the antique, hand embroidered “caps”. Working like I used to listening to a movie or a recorded book or performance. Tonight, it’s the “Hidden Figures” DVD that I just purchased. Slowly…

Sarin’s Thai

These days you can find Sarin at the Thai Cooking School.  She is introducing her “love” to students that crave this cuisine. “I have a great passion for Thai food. I like to share enthusiasm, my knowledge and my experiences with you. I cook with happiness and from…

Words of Russell Clayton

NEW LIFE I am welcoming new life into my body, breathed into my soul by the very joy of my heavenly experience here on Earth. I will allow the events of this day to unfold for me and my greater purpose. Each moment that I am truly present,…

In The Looking Glass

As soon as I received the word “Reflection” for this issue, I heard The Supremes singing in my ear. The very next thought was associated with the Gospel Song, “When I Look Back Over My Life.” But for some reason, neither of these conceptual ideas fit this article….

Quiet Thunder

  And yes, tomorrow morning I will don my kurtah and kuffiyah and make my way to the local mosque – my every footstep a quiet thunder, warning the world ahead that my Muslimness is queer and alive and on its way. And yes, when I arrive, I…

Reflection on my Journey Within

There are not as many questions as I had before. I have accepted some things for what they are. Who, why me, and how are unimportant. They stimulated worry and doubt. They took up time I could have invested in unfolding gifts and talents that I knew nothing…

RESTING AS FLOW

Flow. What is it?  An insurance spokesperson? The name of a music artist with a machine? The name of the waitress at Mel’s Diner who told us to kiss her grits? No, those are “Flo’s.” What we are talking about here is FLOW: a steady, continuous stream of consistency….