water ice

i am not really in the best of moods...i have finished my teaching for the year..this summer spawned at least two attacks on my even being a valid teacher...which i would have been quite hurt and pushed back in the shell i dwell in often ...but because their daughters were a mess and the silent understanding in their eyes of their being ultimately embarrased..

i took it like a soldier...and will be back next year...inshallah..like cha says...

inshallah it is and will be

now i will head back to the city of grime and thorough folks and try to wrap up this thing ive been carrying for a better part of my adult life...i have felt more like a mother these days...more that i would care to really...ive been scared shitless..literally since my stomach rules me..or so the books say...it tends to shut shit down from time to time...the fear induced a strong worry that i cant really articulate..but hopefully have done well with relaying the feeling to my dear friend....im hoping that it held up....

so the feeling is interesting...i have a wealth of new projects that i need to start..and finish on behalf of the citizens....realizing the range within the heart of us is something beautiful...we are kind of a big deal...now im thinking that we should show out-off a bit...just a smidget...just a bit

so im thinking we should meet..in some form or fashion..relay a multi-medium project of sorts...im stating mine..how about you?

writing the story of a black girl with a curl...later;)