The date for the video in this post is so important to me. It is a memory hard to let go of. It was the last day that I saw my son this year. This is by far my most favorite Erykah Badu song ever. Not sure that she can produce another that will engage so much meaning in my life. Lately most my posts have circled around relationships and breakups. The politics of being a partner to someone and not being a partner to someone. What it’s like to be a radical thinker and have actions in my life that don’t live up to my radical politics. Of course then having to lay in bed at night and try to fall asleep while the brain races a million miles an hour with questions, regrets and wishes of what could have been. All this is part of the recovery. Part of my and our healing. The in between time I have Ms. Badu to help soothe those aches.
