Today is my Mom's birthday. I miss her.
She's a very talented, self-taught artist.
Would you like to see some of her work??
She's a great realist, and I featured her on my very first blog:
At that time, we were always within an hour of each other.
Now, we have 2,900 miles and a world re-set between us.
Art was the bridge that connected us.
Drawings and sculpture. Theater. Dance.
In those ways, Chicago was perfect for us.
I wish we were there now. Together. With cake.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
We must make new memories, when we are able.
All my love,
The question "How are you?" is PROFOUND.
But it has been watered-down to a synonym for "Hello."
Forced or fake auto-responses of obligated okay-ness are expected.
(And if you are going through something tragic, it really doesn't matter! Every social encounter OPENS with this well-established Ritual of Insincerity.)
The question "How are you?" prompts an answer that begins with "I AM _____________."
This means many times each day, you are invited to SPEAK THE MOST POWERFUL STATEMENT that can be spoken of yourself.
And the socially-expected thing to do, is be QUICK + SLICK with your answer.
For a change... TAKE YOUR TIME, and tell your truth. ✍🏾