When Amazing happens to me, I tend to need time to process and ponder it. I tend to take Amazing very seriously.

I need to contemplate. Sit with it, silently review what has just changed and moved me before moving on.

Turns out TC wasn’t exaggerating, possibly for the first time in his life, about Sunday’s concert. It was the monumental of Amazing. The highest of the high. The best of the best.

I’m so glad he got me off my too tired and too preg to do a damn thing ass. I needed Sunday.

All credit here is given to Maya Angelou. Okay, Louis Langrée deserves some, too. I have a feeling he’s going to be a phenomenal conductor for us. But, really, Maya made it.

Maya Angelou is the shit. She just is. I wish I had a better description except I just hold her in such high esteem that the shit seems to be the the most appropriate of compliments I can pay right now. TC is mortified. He made me promise I wouldn’t call her the shit anymore. That I sounded trashy and uneducated.

I know, he does tend to judge like that. But I don’t and hopefully you don’t, so the shit it is.

I guess, in my half existing state, I kinda tuned TC out when he was giving me the details of this concert. I heard something something sooooooooomething yawn boring boring BORRRRRING Maya Angelou, and that was it.

The only real reason I went was for Ms.Angelou. Now by the time we arrived at Music Hall, I had to pee so bad and you know, I’m slow these days so it took a while to meander out and find my way.  So when I asked Brother where TC was and he said Classical Conversations and then added in passing, yeah it’s Maya Angelou, I about tore down the doors and made a scene.

Thinking back, I think I should have. Made a scene, that is. It’s probably something Maya would have appreciated, don’t you agree? Considering she spoke of courage and hope and being able to do the right thing as humans and rainbows!

Rainbows!

Did you read that!!! Rainbows. I should have known she’d be a fellow rainbow lover! I mean, why wouldn’t she?!

People. There are so few People whose light is so damn bright that just being in their mere presence practically blinds you. Maya Angelou is one of those lights. She’s a teacher and a warrior. Yes, definitely a warrior. She is a fearless visionary.

I just wanted to curl up in her lap and listen to her all afternoon and evening and on and on and on. And then beg her to never leave me.

Just kidding. She could leave me. I’d be okay. I’d just make her promise not to be gone too long.

She gave me so much to think about in just five short minutes. Five.

She spoke of Hope. Courage. Having the courage to do the right thing as a human. Sound familiar? Well, maybe not, but it hit on all the things I like to think I try to do but I know fall short of. And try to mention on here. But that’s okay, because I, as we all are, works in progress.

Her words brought me back. To what I’m not doing that I am capable of doing. My next right thing kind of things. I think I stopped because I was afraid, but Maya reminded me that I can’t be afraid. The world doesn’t need more fear. It needs more people like her.

I can do hope and courage and as for the right thing. I can do that too. Taking it simply. Day by day, moment by moment. I think we all can.

And Love. She didn’t mention Love, but she didn’t need to. All of this comes back to Love. Self Love. Love Love. Loving our People, as People.

Hope & Courage. We can do it.