Unburying My Tokens

I’d love to tell you all that has been going on, but the bottle is once again shaken, and the necessary bubbles are pushing the top off of my once again settled life.

In the meantime, here are some words I wrote for a class about Transformative Language Arts:

I had someone prophesy over me once. He said I have “kingdoms in me” and “platforms in me” (my artistic outlets). I’ve always been at home on stage, and it took a few decades for me to be ok with that. Some people in my past would manipulate me with words about wanting to be in the limelight and being inauthentic.

I have since learned of their treachery, and became authentic in performance because I stopped performing myself for those people.

And now I walk in this glorious humble happiness and knowledge that home is onstage, in front of a mic, but not for myself. It’s the corporate coming together that is home for me. My gift, my token, what *I* bring to the table, is my connection, and my connecting ability. I have that gift.

I will not dishonor it by avoiding it… No need to hide from what I don’t understand. I am being me now.

That is a gift too.

I say it openly.
Please disagree.
Let me do the same.
Lovingly,
and with all respect I say
“be different from me!”
But let us connect
in the places that we can
And we all can.

Connect in chaos
Chaordic
Start this dance right in the middle
Every jot and tiddle of me
Needs to be
And I ask it
And I give permission to it
My hands don’t need your hands
But reaching
Seeking
Pleading
Praying
I am saying
Let us connect here
Before we die
Let us try
Time is unabashedly
NOT on our side
We are already right in the middle
Of a dance going wonky
The disc jockey
Is a jabberwockey
Let us hold on
Before we are let go