I’m back in Austin for a minute/resting-online-tipn round quiet/’posed to be writing/watching badd tv/Feeling Blessed. I really am taking a moment to soak in all the Love and support that I receive daily/to really note and learn from the Generousity that others extend to me/so that I might model as best I can the Grace that I Know….

On The Subject Of Grace…

My Mom-my Daughter-my family Bless me daily/are my Inspiration.
My Consciousness Patron of the Arts Sheree Ross Blessed me with a grant to buy the camera (and more) that I am using to document my new Work delta dandi; my Beloved Dear One Daniel Alexander Jones Gifted me with a Coffee Grant before I left for Baton Rouge to encourage/Bless me to take special and Sacred Space to write while on the road; Omi came by with sweet road treats and gifts and Blessings; Jen gave me a BEAUTIFUL new book to write in; Cristina Cuevas has provided me with a safe haven/that I am calling my writers retreat space (even if my writing is set up in a little untouched shrine in the corner of the desk); Kristen Hogan and Milly Gleckler truly moved me with their embodied feminist/White ally/dykeselves and Loving home; Jackie and Jen (and Paco), as always, made landing back home/Home; I mean really I could go on and on (perhaps now is a good time to write. humm)

And it’s just starting. I’m soon off to Atlanta to hang with the women of ZAMI, Charis and so many other communities…check out the tour page to see all of where i’m fixnta be. Meanwhile/I am humbled by Knowing that the Life Is The Prayer…