bismillah
Sitting in the sunshine. Life is really beautiful when we slow enough to savor it. Cortex at the apex, nexus, queued in your rotation.
beginning + end. starting Here
My name is Jamila Brown. My spirit is here to process, play, produce, protect, prostrate, peruse. In a timeline different from what’s known to the rest of Us. Glad to be here though. I’m either thinking too much or not enough, dissociative, dreaming usually. Here then there, then back here. Life feels like it does glitch, moments and movements remembered. Everything feels like memory, like hearing the intro over and over, waiting to hear what’s at the end, then finding out it’s still just the beginning. Listening to ‘Chanson d’un jour d’hiver’ playing digital keys like piano, at times I prefer wooden pencil and a toothy sheet. Sheer emotions embarking on a voyage, alone, or with you, dear reader. Thank you for joining. We hope you enjoy the ride.
Thinking about the word:
trans·mit
verb
cause (something) to pass on from one place or person to another.
"knowledge is transmitted from teacher to student"
Similar:
transfer
pass on
hand on
communicate
convey
impart
channel
carry
bear
relay
dispatch
mediate
disseminate
spread
circulate
diffuse
radiate
Opposite:
receive
broadcast or send out (an electrical signal or a radio or television program).
"the program was transmitted on October 7"
Similar:
broadcast
relay
send out
put on (the) air
air
televise
radio
telecast
videocast
podcast
show
publish
emit
wire
beam
pipe
live-stream
pass on (a disease or trait) to another.
"the infant transmitted the disease to two older children"
Transmission, this feels like a what I’d name a goal end of writing here. A digi-journal capturing my thoughts as I move through time Here now, and later, and then, and before, and forever. A scroll of sorts. Just because. Because I deserve it, because my lineage is worthy, because my generations are wealthy and enjoying the endless Garden. Because God deserves all the glory and praise. To transmit the thread of thoughts and troubles, the love and the lined paper keeping score in my mind/body. My favorite emoji is the satellite. I send it in every context. cc
I feel like a satellite, in orbit around my Creator, opening channels to transmit the feeling, the word, the thought, the love, that’s being emitted. Angel rays, like light falling onto salt water rinsed skin. The salve, the balm in Gilead and on Earth. In this spacetime scroll I will transmit
I will transfer the lessons and guidance of Allah felt and form them into letters
let it pass on and on
hand on holy text and hieroglyphs
communicate with care, creativity, curiosity, and concern.. deep concern for us all
convey what’s in my heart + mind, or whatever else has gotten through the gates
impart wisdom
be an open channel
carry out the will and the way
bear the bones, the brunt, and the beauty
relay without fear, or with all of it
dispatch frequently
mediate and recognize with my own mind
disseminate eventually
spread Love
circulate the real
diffuse the process and start over if needed
radiate as the Light and Love of/for Allah, of art and all of Creation. I am.
LOVE
-mila