I wake up to the sounds of life in a barrio in a small city in Mexico; dogs barking, goats bleating, my favorite bird calling ‘gimme a breeeeaak’. I lay there thinking that this is my life now. This is my new life, yet I’m not entirely sure what to do with it. With fewer years ahead than behind, I have no time for foolish choices. Or do I? One persons reckless is anothers prison, and I, for one, have lived a careful life.
As I struggle to find the sure path through this emotional miasma, I wonder if there is no sure path. And then I stumble on spoken word poet Sarah Kay and her story of the Sweet Potato brother, the Darkroom Mother and the Father with the Basketball Hands who showed her to simply…follow the light.