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Church, Smurch! Why when you can just go to a Floetry concert and feel all of the great energy and light from the Floacist?! Man, it was spectacular. Marsha sang her ass off and the Floacist was so ethereal in a way. I hope to grow to emanate that same type of energy one day. Just bringing love, light and Floetry. I found myself understanding lyrics that I’ve been singing for over a decade…this side of love. It’s funny how once you’ve had our heart broken something so familiar to you, such as Floetry’s ballads, take on an all new meaning. I found myself agreeing, swaying and singing along to Let It Go So You Can Grow, Let It Go So You Can Breathe. Like, Yassssss! Mothafuck him I’m done with this shit. At other times I smiled because a lyric conjured up a memory. A feeling. Whoever said they were better for having loved or it’s better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all needs they ass whupped. It sucks on the other side of love. On the downward spiral, withdrawal, depression, and frequency of heart break.
Ok, back to the concert. It’s amazing how magical they are together. It’s just amazing and I am so glad I got to see them. There were times when I had to hold back tears. I found myself sitting with my arms crossed, eyes closed, swaying to the melodies. We can always be grateful and blessed by them giving us Butterflies. It’s such a solid piece of work that I don’t care if Mike o Marsha sings it. They also did a little mash up of I Can’t Help It. Felt good, real good. The Floacist was saying that we are here because of those who came before us. We are survivors/the descendants of survivors. She gave thanks to the ancestors and said Ase’ and I felt like I was the only one in there who said Ase’ back.
Sometimes the universe puts you in a place because you are meant to be there. You are meant to receive something in that time and place and I was so moved by the words of the Floacist.
MESSAGE:
YOU CAN DO ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT TO DO. ANYTHING THAT YOUR HEART TRULY CHOOSES. IT MAY BE A LONELY JOURNEY, BUT IT’S YOURS. IT’S YOUR PURPOSE. YOU MAY HAVE TO LEAVE SOME THINGS BEHIND AND YOU MAY HAVE TO CHANGE YOUR MIND AND YOU CAN’T TAKE EVERYBODY WITH YOU, BUT THEY’LL BE BETTER OFF FOR HAVING KNOWN YOU.
I hold these words to my heart. I take them in and let them meander through my lungs, my veins, permeate my skin and then disperse through my pores back into the universe. I plan to print these words and make it a piece of art.
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