“I don’t know who’s wrong or right I don’t really wanna fight no more, this is time for letting go.” – Tina Turner
The blues were trying to plead their case; it was a time; it was done when it was.
We are older, your have the clarity that a lot of grieving gives.
I have the wisdom to wait for spirit-talk.
We are changed, not all for the good.
Like two shipwrecked refugees we clung in lock step with the same conversations, accusations, guilt’s and pains.
Ms. Turner‘s song spoke to me, the magic of her voice; dirt roads mingled with city steel; nudged my heart.
We can do this differently; not smooth; no happy ending, but different.
We can re-meet as people with a history, and climb the past.
Ms. Tina should know.
