Ultrasound of my new baby 🤗

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Checking my mail, on my way out for a walk and look at the bundle of joy that the stork dropped off…


Friends, bear with this proud daddy as I show off the ultrasound of my 9th baby-to-be (just arrived in the mail) ✨

It’s been over a year since I’ve submitted this collection of my spiritual meditations to the publisher & the thrill of seeing my words in book form never subsides 🤓


Delivery date is expected sometime around December 🙌🏼

Here’s a peek at the preface that I wrote:


Also, the incredibly generous endorsements from public figures that I admire which adorn the back of my book’s jacket:


Currently, I’m collaborating on a video trailer for this book with a fellow Hivean, @WeOne who is a real pleasure to work with: professional, artistic & intelligent.

I hope to be able to share our video collaboration, soon, and wish you a happy weekend 💐



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You got me! "Ultrasound of my new baby" - I'm thinking, whoa, he's fathered a child!
Well, a book-child.
I'm still smitten with the image of an old, sagging body cast aside and slung over the sturdy shoulders of the spirit who journeys into the next realm without the baggage of that body holding him back, binding him to this world. How I long to appropriate this for my sister, who did not die a peaceful death the way people do in movies, but with eyes wide open in horror (her daughter told us). WHY. Why not the peaceful passage. Dying should be like passing from one room to another, I heard on the radio the month Lori died. Does it mean Lori was not "right with God" or just that she couldn't bear to leave everything behind, everything, even her most beloved only child -

And I've been looking for a good place to share/save this wonderful line you quoted on Twitter, because I think of Lori, who for 27 years walked with my marrow in her bones:

@YahiaLababidi Oct 17

"God guard me from those thoughts men think
In the mind alone;
He that sings a lasting song
Thinks in a marrow-bone"

—W.B. Yeats

Where do I save this, for when I want to revisit it... I need to keep a special file folder with lots of index tabs to help me retrieve the wonderous words and wisdom of the poets!

Aye, I'm sorry for Lori's suffering... and believe that just as she's with you, you are also with her (and she can hear all you say/feel). Sending you and your dear sister Love and wishing you both Liberation..

Stealing your emoji as I somehow cannot call them up here, myself...

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