Sunday, December 8, 2019
From the place I first wrote you, the space I now type to you, and the home office I’ll later hand-write to you.
To my left are words you spoke—Grant Park Chicago, Illinois, ‘This Is Our Moment’, a meaning I oath.
I sent a note in good faith. In hopes of a dream protector who has no fate. But an infinite degree of choices; with my family, friends, and those who support the voices.
In front of me is Bob Marley on his guitar, ‘Redemption Song,’ for this is our moment—here to raise the bar.
A Scarface film-review poster hangs to my right. And behind me are photos of my past traveling nights. I can’t forget to mention The Rat Pack poster, because like a Vegas night, my experience was much like rolling the dice.
The Gulfstream G600 poster was a gift from a former employer. I first dreamt in airplanes, but knew I’d first write and find my internal explorer.
Now brave enough to open my heart for the world to see my story, in forms of spoken word, photos off the web, creativity for what it’s bred, and courage to reach you—expressing how stars spread.
Is this our moment? To breathe not blink; shine not repeat? Create places we can trust and visions of ease? Although I first described my home office in peace, I actually wrote this from a heart which speaks.