How could you tell a child that discrimination has sides, that the Nazi flag flown in Charlottesville, Virgina had sides. So wrong, so very wrong. You and I, me and you, we are also Hebrew – you should feel that in your soul’s fire, deep within where God lives in us all. I am begging you, hear him too.
It has taken a lifetime of living to realize I’m not an expert at life.
When I was a young singer I went to a lot of jam sessions. Jams are great for meeting other musicians, learning how to improvise, and how to communicate with other players. I learned a lot this way, but there was one jam session in particular where I learned something unexpected.
It is my belief that more often than not, the difference between mediocrity and excellence is vision and courage.
I remember as a child the wonder of discovery that was a part of each and every day. The uninhibited mind, seeking, questioning, supposing, and above all, never afraid to ask a question.
What happened? What changed?
It feels like only yesterday that I was wearing acid-wash jeans, life was all about the weekend and my collection of mix tapes was growing by leaps and bounds. I’m turning how old??
Suddenly you see so clearly how the world is filled, every single square inch of it, with tiny blossoms.
I’m grateful for my sense of humor, and hope it’s always there when I need it.
As another new year begins, the need to strike a balance between past and present emerges once again.
Holding the handmade ornaments from my daughter, with their crayon colorings, brilliantly arranged as a little girl of five to say Santa was arriving, made me nostalgic for those beautiful days of handcrafted gifts with special bows made by her small hands.