"That's a stretch." This is the most frequent response to the way I connect seemingly unconnectable ideas and make up words like unconnectable. I call these connections peculiar harmonies. I just started calling them that today because I needed a name for this blog and musical musings was taken.
Yesterday, I saw my heartbeat in my hair. My head was down and my hair hung in my line of vision as I prayed with a friend and though my eyes should have been closed, I opened them for a moment and noticed one of my two-strand twists repeatedly twitching at heartbeat rate. The strands of hair ran over what I suppose must have been an abnormally strong pulse in my neck. It was a bit distracting, but I'm pretty sure God wanted me to notice. That way, I'd have something to start my blog with. A blog I should have started a long time ago.
My hair is kinky. Kinky hair is unique to people of African descent. The African people I came from live in my heart because I need them in order to know where I'm going. My heartbeat is them playing the drums for my soul. Hair to Heartbeat.
Sometimes you just have to get started. What will you start today?
