Things Are Useless Without Practice.

Things Are Useless Without Practice.

During Childbirth And Hospice I'll Sing Gospel Songs That My Grandma Taught Me When I Was Younger, Or Something I've Made Up, Or I'll Hum. I Just Play Things That I Think The Audience Will Like.

I Don't Plan How Many People I Work With. I Don't Charge Anything. It's For My Own Learning, And I Just Enjoy Being The Welcoming Committee. I Became A Doula By Default.

I Imagine That When I Am Creating A Song Or A Project Or An Album Or Putting Some Clothing Together Or Cooking A Meal, Whatever It Is, I Don't Really Have A Recipe. The Fun Part Is To Throw That Big Piece Of Clay In The Middle Of The Table As Hard As I Can, And Whatever Shape It Takes, That's What Shape It Takes, And Then I Start To Carve Away.

This Pain To Remain The Same Outweigh The Pain To Change... When You Get Tired Enough Is When You Begin To Want To Sacrifice Everything Inside Of You—the Fear Just Leaves