photo credit: Ahri Golden
Today, on my grandmother Margie's, aka Bubbie, 88th Birthday, 88 times around the sun her life has lived, I sent out the invitation to my upcoming event at The Red Devil Lounge. The sending is dedicated to Bubbie. I have a magnet on my fridge that reads "What Are You Waiting For?" and another that reads "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." I want to be 88 someday. I want to be able to look back on my life and feel a sense of liberation and fearlessness. I want to have created a body of true soul work (however that may morph over the course of my life) to pass on to my children and their children and their children's children. Just to know these moments happened and share with them that I felt deeply in my life and was compelled to create from that place. I think about the treasure it would be to have the journals and art of my great great grandmothers. This thought inspires me. If I am lucky enough to live into the eldership and matriarch of my family, as Bubbie has done, if I am blessed enough to witness my great-grandchildren, but ultimately, to appreciate now, and all of its imperfections and quirks and kinks, not in the past, not in the future, but the poetry of right now, then everything else that may come is gravy.
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