I wrote a poem…
I spent a transformative week at a writer’s retreat, a luxury I could never have imagined. Coaxed beyond my fear, I conceived and birthed new things, like this…
I am from strong mountains and rising vistas. I married Caribbean sunsets and shorelines that never end. We made a life.
Jazz, spice, and warm smoky scents and sounds are our covering. Laughter teasing cathedral ceilings, floating like sacred incense into every room out of every window.
Music, honeyed voices, dancing feet, singing sunlight, and always, there are full hearts.
My ancestors, my loves, and my prayers are gathered safely behind a sturdy wooden door. This place is my soul’s center.