i awake, i drink some coffee, i write a morning haiku and then i open my mind to scan what’s happened during the night.
Ready for the day, the best thing I can do is read someone brilliant, listen to a wise voice on audio, or be swept away by exceptional thoughts.
This morning, it was Martina Newberry’s ‘Guerrilla Whining’ – a poem that resonates on so many levels including the soundwaves themselves of a poet who reads from her soul to mine – intellectually, emotionally and with pointed honesty.
I have to include the entire video clip, but Guerrilla Whining is at: 6:33. Listen if you will.