R.I.P. Maya Angelou

n-MAYA-ANGELOU-570You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Next Adventure: Camino Frances

Tomorrow I leave for northern Spain to start a two week pilgrimage. I will start in O Cebreiro and walk for seven days (about 100 miles) to Santiago de Compostela. There are many Caminos (“Ways”) in northern Spain and throughout Europe and I have chosen to do part of the Camino Frances.

Once in Santiago, my friend Natalie (who I met through couch surfing in Nepal!) will join me and we will hike to Finisterre– once known as the “end of the world” — on the Atlantic Coast. I´m very much looking forward to walking, meeting people from all over the world, and discovering little villages in northern Spain.

Hopefully I´ll meet some yogis along the way who want to release tense, sore muscles after long days of walking!