When you turn the corner
And you run into yourself
Then you know that you have turned
All the corners that are left.
- langston hughes
Millions of people are suffering: they want to be loved but they don’t know how to love. And love cannot exist as a monologue; it is a dialogue, a very harmonious one.
I suddenly felt the need to say how grateful I am for everything that has happened this year. So grateful. Sometimes, I carry the pain like an awkward purse that never quite hangs gracefully on my shoulders and sometimes I wear the joys like lead boots that keep me stuck in those singular moments of pleasure but man, without these experiences, I could not be who I am in this present moment as I stand in front of myself in front of the self I broke out of in front of the self to which I was once attached. The last four years of my life in this city, in this person, in this cloak of fear and pretense have been something for sloppy poems and sitcom episodes. But I am really grateful that I am present in this presence and available in this way and open to all His divinity.