So I was told that my little cousin (the one on the left in the picture) is saving up all her money (including her tooth-fairy money) in hopes of taking a trip to Disney World in April. And then she, over the phone, asked me if I wanted to go. How do you explain to a six-year-old that the very thought of Disney makes your vomit want to vomit. Perhaps I'm too dramatic? And now, according to my mother I'm going. According to me, in April, Lord willing, I will be in Tennessee--but ONLY to see Aretha Franklin perform at the Ryman. Now, for anyone who is wondering how even the idea of trafficking the HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH could indigest my indigestion well, once upon a time (a few years back) I came across some interesting but not shocking information. I came up on this.And typically, when I come upon things, it's for a purpose. As ankh has revealed itself to me as a
big puzzle and if you do things according to the will of Allah, Allah grants you wisdom , knowledge and understanding. You begin to see the purpose, the interconnectivity (sp?) and the truth. And it's the truth that sets you free. So if I am to be at Disney World I will undoubtedly be the free-spirited one spewing truth on the flight, in the hotel room and standing in line for the "Tea Cup" ride...that's if I go. 
Meanwhile, I gotta start saving up for Ms. Franklin, because at prices like $185-$270 per ticket , daydreaming (and by that I mean the song playing in my room) might be the closest I get to "The Queen of Soul" nah (forget the quotation marks) THE QUEEN OF SOUL.
Meanwhile, I gotta start saving up for Ms. Franklin, because at prices like $185-$270 per ticket , daydreaming (and by that I mean the song playing in my room) might be the closest I get to "The Queen of Soul" nah (forget the quotation marks) THE QUEEN OF SOUL. P.S. This goes undiscussed but Aretha Franklin was a self-taught piano prodigy by the time she entered into her teens:)
