Bobbi Humphrey

We've made this trip for years. Summers, Christmases, Birthdays, Funerals,...Thanksgiving.

And this year was a little different, with Grandpa gone and all the children growing up something special. I, in the midst of a Song, coming to terms with exactly who I am and what The Creator has in store for me.

I am very much aware of my position in the universe and have decided to accept correction and to serve as an agent of healing in this world of worlds.

An integral portion of my mission is to share knowledge with open ears along the way. Perhaps I will take a position of such leadership in the future...that would be cool.

For now, I revel in the sounds of A Tribe Called Quest's People's Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm.

I will take this moment to share with you a bright moment during our successful drive down I-75 to Sarasota, FL.

The Mizell Brothers were spinning in the rental car's cd player, Lansanna's Priestess.
I leaned over to my sister Meshell, a flautist, informing her, "that's Bobbi Humphrey playing."

My father chimed in, "Bobbi Humphrey, I met BH..." "Yeah, I gave her my number..."

wow. pop knew the famous jazz flautist.
this spawned a barrage of interrogating eyes by mother... "why am I just hearing about this?"
as entertaining as it was, buttressed by Meshell's instigating, mother seemed about 5% jealous.

wow. after all this time... and we children, jealousy.

it plays testament to our fragile emotional state and for me, provides a glimpse into the nature of a woman's care...as displayed through jealousy.

I saw that once, I haven't mentioned it and I'll save that juicy one for another time...if I ever have use for it. In closing, it makes me smile to know a woman actually sorta kinda wanted to claim me. And, that my friends speaks louder than words. A moving silence metaphoring desire. :c)

-delano