It is what it is.
So many words of hers have shaped my life,
inspired my heart to keep going.
Here is one of my favorite Maya poems...
BY MAYA ANGELOU
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Today, my family (and the world) lost a good man.
My Uncle Jim was so dear to me.
I was really close to him when I was growing up.
He even lived with us for a while.
He was SO full of personality, you wouldn't
be able to grasp it even if I explained it to you.
You just had to know him.
He was the kind of person that would call you just to tell a joke and then hang up.
He was always ready to help when needed.
He was a singer and a musician.
When I was little, he was the bass player in a band,
and they would practice in our living room.
The picture below is of him at my wedding.
I had taken off my petticoat because it was so bulky,
so he put it on and danced the night away.
I feel bad for my Aunt Diane.
They were two pieces of a puzzle,
and no one could love him more than she did.
I remember when I was little,
he told me about the "pretty bank teller" that he had his eye on.
He said he was going to go through the drive-thru and ask for her number.
And that's what he did.
And the rest is history.
Theirs was a love like most have never seen.
My heart aches for her, and for my grandma,
and for our whole family.
He was a loved man.
And the world is going to be way too quiet without him in it.
I don't think I have wrapped my mind or my heart around it yet.
I'm so sad.
Rest in peace Uncle Jim.
You will be so missed.
lurve you, xoxo v.
They have (luckily) played repeatedly on my Pandora lately
because I'm not a very good salesperson.
I will think the sun shines out of his ass no matter what he does.
He is amazing and beautiful.
"It Won't Stop"
She can do no wrong in my book lately.
I love that she sounds so soft, dreamy and feminine,
and yet can can have a filthy mouth,
or can be telling a horrible story.
I love the juxtaposition of those things.