My rhythm has become rhythm. I notice I love music playing while I paint or do diamond art but now I’m enjoying writing music and using Ai through many iterations to create a sound that sounds authentic to me. This new creative experience has ignited a fire of healing and voice validation and purpose I haven’t felt in awhile. I wrote this song thinking of my father who just left when my mother didn’t abort me. He left behind a woman with 6 kids because he didn’t want one of them. Healing in recognition that this was a recipe for bitterness for my mother and he was just as flawed and at fault as she was by walking away has healed parts of me I’ve care for 53 years.