For some reason, impending rain makes me think of that scene in The Color Purple when a boy says to Harpo -- It's gonna rain on your head.
Thinking of Alice Walker made me think of Gwendolyn Brooks' The Mother poem:
...how is the truth to be said?
You were born, you had a body, you died...Brooks led me to Lucille Clifton's Good Times:
oh children think about the
good timesAnd good times made me think about the evening that I had with Hazira and Rabija.
H & R somehow reminded me of the Syrian intern whose stomach has been in knots and who said When you live in a dangerous country... And even though it's been an unbelievably violent June and July in this area, she was not talking about this country.
I read 11 Ways to Have Your Best Summer Yet on Oprah.com earlier in the day. Number six: take a nature walk...
I often feel connected
and grounded when I take walks and today was no different but I wasn't totally grounded because my throat felt totally constricted at one point...
What truth needs to be said???