I Am Going to Write Fire Until It Comes Out of My Ears – May 4 2020

I Am Going to Write Fire Until It Comes Out of My Ears – May 4 2020

I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, & doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my nose holes, – everywhere, until it’s every breath I breathe. I’m going to go out like a fucking meteor.

– Audre Lorde

It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.

– Audre Lorde

Today, perhaps more than ever, it is challenging to live. Even more challenging to live fully. To know the pain of a lonely day. To listen to the thoughts telling us who’s fault it all is: mine, his, hers, theirs. The easiest thing is to let the thoughts take us, let the thoughts define the problem of our life as ‘those over there,’ those who are different in whatever way.

Far more difficult is to live a life filled up with life, a life of meaning and value, a life in which I may give of myself fully.

And sometimes it is this simple: to choose a life of blame, or a life of giving. What do I have to give? Asking that question is the fun part. Answering that question is a lifetime.

Today I will make one thing of beauty and power – a sentence, a caress, a picture, a poem, a conscious walk around the block- and I will know that I have been put here for something, to give of myself in some way, by some power that knows much more about this than I.

Bud Powell, alley lamp, Studio City, CA