Life informs death…

That moment when you write something so clear and eloquent, but edgy, that you wanna slap somebody, cos it is so damn good that you impress yourself, but aint nobody around so you go to the full-length mirror to kiss yourself and have a five-minute : six-second dance party to your sorhor’s, Kelly Price, song “It’s My Time,” and you smile at the application of both the honed and learned skills of being a graduate of a MFAW program (masters of fine arts in writing), and you KNOW that you are utilizing ALL of your graduate education pursuits of art therapy & writing, and you also know that these pursuits not only contributed to your personal fulfillment, but to your higher calling and purpose of being of service and supporting others.

I ain’t no savior and fuq being a martyr, but I am down with supporting and advocating for others.

My final artist book (aka obituary) at my end-of-life celebration, will read.

“How did she live life? By writing & arting dopely!”

This aint morbid – death informs life. SO, LIVE LIFE AND DON’T BE AFRAID TO RE-IMAGINE YOURSELF and KEEP UNCOVERING WHO YOU ARE!

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