Reflecting on the past, reminiscing in the future. Not too much to say other than, damn: I exhibited my maternal lioness in augmented proportions, a lot of research informing the development of my written + visual craft, and listening to my bones. Most all of the above being informed by my sun.
For Christmas, sun straight marched himself to a bookstore and bought me three Dr. Seuss books (50th Anniversary Edition, too): The Sneetches (my favorite) & Other Stories, Green Eggs and Ham, and Horton Hears A Who! For most of us, this is just dope by default, but to a lyricist . . . s’prolly the quintessential gesture of, “Hey, motha-jumpa. I love you.”
Then recently, sun straight hipped me to bassist Jaco Pastorius. I wasn’t prepared to be seduced by such beautiful mathematics. Reminds me of my daddy and his Whirlitzer. What a lovely way to die, non?
So, to all of my planets who follow my craft & want to know where I’ve been at, you’re looking at it. Amidst these many hats that I wear, developing a stellar human is the most important job in my solar system. I’ve written about this before, but truly: two-thousand ten was the year of pure, galactic love as a mother and watching the fruit of your labor has got to be the best food. Still, the temple is building. Be patient, before ya pants get swollen. In the interim, propers to Special ‘K’, for being an amazing young human, none of a kind. <3. C’est tout!
Love you. Mean it.
MJ
MJ: Thautes 