RED TAILS AND REVELATIONS

On the eve of the biggest and indescribably tragic mass shooting in United States history to date, my neighbors and students and I gathered in a circle in the park and played. 



We drummed. We ate. We drank. We were merry. 



I had no inkling that human blood -- and so much of it -- would be spilled by another human so close to home. 



I remain a glass half full of emptiness. Reeling from the sting of man's inhumanity, reveling like a mad drummer coaxing every last beat out of this temporary heart of mine.



Clinging to cliches like preservers. And that's okay. We need to float and Flow today.