I never thought, never. To be standing on the greatest stage of my life. To know my voice is all that is heard, it's never easy. I have the biggest falls with that, cause I don't know. When I write I can only be honest cause that's all I know. Truly. It's all I can give. I stood and saw the faces, the people.
My only wish is that they could see me. Hartlee, Turtle, Bird and Issac. To dream in this world is a splendid thing. Forever. I am who I am because of the children I love. Call me a dreamer, a believer but at least I'm honest.
From the bottom of my soul, the people that supported me tonight were beyond anything I could ever hope. Dream. A rare energy, an eclectic crowd. When I sang Mama, I saw eyes roll back into their heads, a thoughtful process. I knew then that it was worth it. Even if it was a handful. That the connector was beyond me, that a voice in music was needed. The binder is missing. I saw people put their iPhones down and converse and drink and be merry. Such a beautiful sight.
It's moments like this that I wonder, how did it come to be? But then I recall his face in the rear view mirror. The angels on my flight back from London. The wine I drank with my mom and my sisters after not sleeping for 32 hours. I remember walking in the most beautiful summer grass, and my toes getting wet from the dew that comes from a hot summer night. The sunshine was about to retire so the most golden of hue lite the sky. My finger tips love the feel of the cat tails that grow wild, although I'm weary of the poison ivy that greens right beside it. When you walk through the tunnel you will see the most gorgeous lake, if you happen to catch it at dusk consider yourself lucky. It was there I declared to the sky. It was there I said some magic words, that I wanted to make something beautiful out of something painful. That I trusted the world, whatever that may be. 3 years later I released To Be Sown and couldn't be more grateful.
