My first night in Auvillar I saw a man in my room. To be more accurate, two men--first a white man, very briefly, then a black man, leaning over my bed. His image had more permanence. I was disoriented, in a new place, exhausted, jet lagged. I had a moment of acknowledging that the black man was very beautiful and looked like someone I knew. I had a second moment of making a decision: should I be afraid? Or should I be curious?
A thoroughly American woman, I opted for fear. But I wrote in my journal, and promised myself to hold a conversation with the dark man, to find out who he was, and to try to bring him into my consciousness. He looked a little like a Slam poet I know, a guy named John, very talented. So I suspected he was a muse.
Today, in the main art gallery in Auvillar, I came across a painting of the man who had visited me. It was John Coltrane! (I've posted the painting on my profile page.) Now if only I can convince him to come back, to teach me, to revisit my dreams!
I spend too much time being afraid. Yes, there are really things to be afraid of in this world. But to live in fear so much of the time--that's a waste of good life. So, John, c'mon back! I'll offer you some good scotch and a poem as well. In the morning! I'm setting my alarm for an early rising, so I can dedicate the morning to you! Music, not fear! May the spirit of a Love Supreme watch over all my friends and loved ones--and infuse my dreams!
Causes Marilyn Kallet Supports
Southern Poverty Law Center, US Holocaust Memorial Museum, ACLU, Amnesty International, Save Darfur.