Taking a beat

Never did drop these sketch covers from LA last week.

Need to get some stuff off my chest. We’ll talk soon. I just need to make sure I’m speaking from a place of clarity despite the chaos that would otherwise welcome spite and vitriol.

So I’m taking a beat first.

A breath.

Finding my center.

Remembering my true intentions.

Making sure I know my desired outcome so my aim will be true.

Words can be razors or pillows.

When you come here I want you to feel heard and open to the peace available.

So first, I’ll take a beat.

I love you all.