Rock Stars

The weekend was fantastic! It proved to me that when you do good unto others, you're opening up an opportunity for the same to one day be done unto you. My eyes are burning, I'm far too tired to recount the details. But I wanted to put some words down so one day I'll look back and say "hey, that weekend was fantastic".

And I finally finished reading "These is my words". I had mixed feelings towards the end. I love the book but it was sad to no longer be experiencing America in the 1880s. And as a black woman you'd think I'd be glad. Bad joke? Well, let's swiftly move along. I miss Sarah Agnes Prine. For 5 days there she became my best girl friend. She taught me to work hard, to recognize the good in others, to endure life's trials with dignity and hope, to say when you need help, she taught me the importance of self defense (for yourself and your family) to always seek knowledge and that life goes on. I love books.

I've developed a very strange approach to choosing what to read as I often feel that when we're in tune with who we are, we'll be guided to reading what we need when we need it. Turning points in my life are remembered according to which book I was reading. As I said earlier, I'm exhausted, but someday I may go into the details of those turning points. But now it's time for bed.

Oh and by the way, I met the author of "The Help" yesterday, another favorite read. Long story short: woke up from an afternoon nap, heard about her being at the library down the road, hurried, she was walking out with some guy with long hair, I called out "Kathryn" (as if we knew one another) she stopped and the result is this 'selfie' aka a self taken shot, the awesome mom in law was there too. It was a lovely moment with an awkward conversation because I was too excited to be sober minded. Because to me, great authors are rock stars.