 HEART by KAREN BRAILSFORD I wrote the piece "Burnished Love" for Agape International Spiritual Center's publication Inner Visions. I've been contributing every month ever since I became a licensed spiritual practitioner in 2009. When I write, I am always aware that I am ministering to my own soul. Spirit is revealing exactly what I need to hear. In this instance, Spirit spoke directly to me, addressing me - and the world at large. We are each the Beloved. We have come for such a time as this. Where there is great love there are always miracles. Willa Cather Who so loves believes the impossible. Elizabeth Barrett Browning Dear Beloved, Here we are together, love-light streaming across lifetimes and through galaxies and celestial bodies. We dip and burst, spin and bounce, unfurl and swirl. Delicately, intricately bound. Splendidly woven. Connected. I have always been with you. You are my dearest companion. I will continue to be with you – in sickness and in health, in goodness and in grace, until forever and beyond eternity. “Why is this so?” you ask.
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 This morning I happily drove to pick up copies of The New York Times featuring an article about Amandla’s friendship with fellow actor Rowan Blanchard. Ahead of me was a very large man – in height and girth – who purchased half a dozen magazines. “Would you like a bag with that?” asked the newsstand man. “No, thanks,” replied the customer. I placed my five hefty issues of the Sunday Times on the counter and handed him my credit card. He rang up my purchase. Silence. “May I have a bag please?” I asked. “Sure,” he said, reaching for a white plastic bag behind him and placing the papers inside. I immediately launched into my default way of being and interacting in the world, a tactic I think I learned, perhaps unconsciously, from my mother. I engaged him.  Remembering moments like this one from May of last year. Amandla and I stopped outside of her fabulous loft apartment in Paris' 11th arrondissement to drink in the evening. I arrived from L.A. for a week, having been charged with ferrying Kumo the cat across the Atlantic. One year later I've just finished watching the result of Amandla's six-month rendezvous with Paris—the eight-part Netflix series, The Eddy. It’s a soul-stirring, cinematic marvel, and a poignant deep-dive into the lives of some riveting characters, including troubled Julie, played by Amandla. She is "scintillating" in the role, possesses an "arresting presence," and delivers a "scene-stealing performance," reviewers say. Plus there's this appreciation by Amy Taupin in Artforum and this gorgeous Emmy magazine cover. I may just have to stream it again.
"There goes summer!"
My brother sent this text to me and our two siblings when it was announced a few days ago that Los Angeles would be sheltering in place through July. Or maybe it's August. Since then, the city or perhaps the Los Angeles Times—has walked back this declaration. It's hard to keep track. As for me, summer was cancelled, or rather, became a non-starter, when the following email arrived in my in-box late yesterday afternoon. |
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