Something changed today, I'd wager that it's lots of folks praying for me. I asked for prayer, in fact. Intense, far reaching, multi-national and deep prayer, as it had seemed my life was once again in danger.
I grew up in a seventeen room house designed by my mother, built by her father and now owned by my niece. I've been homeless during my life several times; I graduated from one of the finest art colleges in our fair nation. I'm a published poet and have shown my works of art in many a gallery. I've written and had published one book... I guess this combination of factors seems to percolate into the kind of beverage that might satisfy many tastes. Curiosity at least, I gather, could sell maybe a million cups, if not a zillion!
The problem is, where to start.
My childhood was riddled with the kinds of things that are most difficult to overcome. However, there were many prayers said over me then too, or I surely would not have survived as well as I did. Maybe even not at all!
I was born dyslexic, didn't learn to read until my second time through third grade, but always excelled in the arts. Add to that the history of mental illness in my family, my father's penchant for brewing his own beer and savoring it most eveings until 3 in the morning, my mother having been a world famous pioneer in the computer field, and several forays into mental health wards for both she and I... and you have a brew that is not easy to stomach without some ginger, nutmeg, cocoa powder and honey, not to mention the healthy dollop of half and half.
Hey! This is copyrighted, but for now don't bother asking by whom, OK? When I'm ready, you'll be one of the first to know, if you are signed up with me.
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