Sometimes, she reads words from the dictionary - and writes the ones that speak to her.
Sonia Sanchez is one of the most beautiful people I have ever met and she can accept that inevitable beauty in herself, and that only amplifies it. She carries an amount of energy that I have not yet seen from one person...and on such a small frame. Sonia is anything but frail. Her skin is old, but her eyes and her bones shouted with whoknowswhatbeautylifepassionmaybe. She made me look at so much today...at what I am and what I can be and what I should be. What I shouldn't be, too. She forced me to see the things I've looked at before...but in a more urgent way. She knows the lines. She knows when to speak, but also the power of silence. She made me sing. I may not have opened my mouth, but I was chanting in her language...because it was alive, and I am alive and she is alive. You are alive, too. There is that inherant understanding, beyond translation. I won't write everything I could about my experience today...not here. It may sound trite or lazy, but I don't care. At all. I have everything. I was going to put something on the end of that last sentence...but then I looked back and realized that it's just right as it is. I have everything. It feels amazing to say that. I want to thank her for showing me that. I will thank her, tomorrow night. I will give her another hug and hold her hands and tell her, EBE YI YE. I will chant with her, out loud, because I am not afraid to sing anymore. I hope, this time, this feeling will not pass. Perhaps this time, I have begun the road to permanacy.
It will not always be in the body.
It will not always be in the body.