Knowing what it's like to have a skirt fall down around your knees just as you hit the dance floor.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
LOT OF COWS FARTING IN THIS VICINITY
The ozone layer over my life needs a hole.
Friday, August 03, 2007
INSIDE INSIGHT
In the middle of a two and a half year long stalemate. I've been living in the House of Hope. It's closing it's doors. Not forever but in this neighborhood.
Every night a group of frogs would croak outside my window. They were loud, they were annoying and they were hard to ignore. I would listen to them while silently complaining about how irritating and distracting they were. One day I began to hum as a way to drown out the noise. It worked well enough, so every night I made humming part of my routine. It wasn't long before the frog croaks were background filler. Then I started to sing with confidence and conviction. There was no more croaking. The frogs had moved on. They knew I had discovered my authentic voice and I would be annoyed no more. My hope is that all the frogs in your life will also know to leave when you too start to sing.