yesterday i had much to do, as i drove to the gym before getting my blood drawn, before going to work, before going to reading buddy time, before going a party for a friend, i turned on the 88.1 k-Jazz, leaned back into my seat and listened to the da-da pause snap, da-da pause snap of the song. Even if there is wiley saxophone or trumpet singing trills and frills, the back bone of the song aint rushing to get any where. Its steady, relaxed and assured it will arrive on time. So i breathed that in, past the graffiti, construction, LA drivers, movie filmings, lane changes, pushing past the thoughts of worry and being overwhelmed.
My head was hurting like a hang-over. OD'd on tears the night before. Sometimes, you just got to do that. I accepted the headache as reminder that healing hurts, and listened to that beat da-da pause snap, da-da pause snap. I wont have every lessoned learned yet, but da-da pause snap, I dont need to.
At work, I do paperwork. There are forms for this, and forms for that. But when you fill out this on a form for that, its all useless... da-da pause snap... so i will start again tomorrow...
Driving to reading buddies, i prayed, da-da pause snap, for the little girl that made me cry last time, pure frustration, 9 years old and can not read, and can not add 10 + 1. Oh, Lord, give me patience, Oh, Lord give me love. da-da pause snap. I pictured us reading, recline in the palm of his hand, da-da pause snap.
Da-da pause snap, the party's starting time came and went, before we arrived. Strolling around the finger-foods table we made conversation, da-da...pause we prayed and praised God for the good work he is doing,
SNAP
The DJ gave the cue, and it was no longer time for the laid back beat of jazz, it was time for the hip hop, shake that groove thang, dance and celebrate beat.
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just thought you should know this post put a well needed smile on my face.
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