Word are my tools, my instruments, my friends, even.
I find comfort and joy, wonder even in the God-given ability to employ them to express my feelings, thoughts and desires, sometimes with clarion clarity and others to work my way through whatever is happening or going on in my life and the world we live in that I sometimes can’t quite decipher.
But sometimes, nothing I say, nothing that could or can be said will ever quite capture the ephemeral essence of the moment, the event.
This is one of those times.
So, instead of reaching, trying, grasping and wrestling in an attempt to convey our collective loss, I’m going to put them away now.
Instead, I will let the words of others and most importantly, more significantly the words of Dr. Maya Angelou herself speak in this time of great and immeasurable loss.
R.I.P. Dr. Maya Angelou.
For the example and the gifts that will keep on giving, living maybe, perhaps even when this world is windswept cosmic dust and displaced energy seeking some new place, planet or plane to be, I humbly Thank You.