42 flavors...

I am....almost 42 flavors....almost....

which makes me think of the Ani DiFranco song, 32 flavors....

on this day...when I'm still 41 flavors....I carry with me the wisdom of 41 years....and the taste of 41 flavors...

with many things to learn...

I'm nobody...but I am someone.  

squint your eyes, and look closer...

I'm not between you and your ambition, 

I am a poster girl with no poster, 

I am thirty-two flavors and then some....

and I'm beyond your peripheral vision

So you might want to turn your head

'cause someday you're going to get hungry

and eat most of the words you just said...

...

and god help you if you are a phoenix, 

and you dare to rise up from the ash....

a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy...

while

you 

are just

flying....

past. 

I am 32 flavors and then some...taking my chances as they come...

I am nobody...but I am someone, I am 32 flavors and then some...

(32 flavors, Ani DiFranco) 

the waterlily...and the lotus....emerge...from a mucky muddy pond bottom....and shine....beautiful things...

love and peace....and the things that come out of ash and mud...and kick ass.