When I opened my eyes this morning, I felt the wind, tasted the sea breeze, touched the sky and saw myself…DAMN, I am blessed…I am still here.

I woke up this morning and prayed for the losses of life as I equally prayed for the world to see the wave of missed opportunities to apply gifts of light. I have always said that the demise of any relationship is taking the other party for granted and reflect on words of my dear friend Dr. George Clinton via one of his fabled bands, Funkadelic:

Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time
For y’all have knocked her up.
I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe
I was not offended
For I knew I had to rise above it all
Or drown in my own shit…..

I know I can do better at all of the things I do and open my heart and arms to the Universe, calling for the strength and collective knowledge to lead myself as well as my family around the corner of self hatred towards the light of Love. In the words of my dear friend Marc Klein:

Miracles are. Blessings happen. Love is. We have to make hate.

I am full of breath this morning and find less to like and more to love…I pray for continued clarity of vision and find joy in service to others, with hopes the pleasures of exhaustion will guide me to another day, as I take nothing for granted and find joy in the gift of this landing.

E Pluribus Unum — Out of Many, ONE

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