CHERYL ELIZABETH WELLS GORDON
May 12, 1978 - September 22, 2008

My heart wants to express the meaningful devastation I feel here today, but I won't for two reasons: I realize that the devastation I feel resonates within every person who is present and accounted for in this room, but more importantly, MOST importantly, it is imperative that I express my joy and gratitude for having experienced this friendship. My friendship, more like kinship, with Cheryl Wells began 17 years ago, and she has been a significant part of my life's foundation since. She is one of the significant threads that weave the fabric of my life together so beautifully. I currently live in New York City, but my love and pure fondness for Cheryl has never been hindered by the distance. As her family and my own will tell you, whether I was in town for 24hours or for five days, it was routine that I drop in at the restaurant to see Shay. I wouldn't even call to tell her I was in town and coming through because I loved to surprise her; just pop in with my goofy grin and come find her. And as soon as we'd see one another, it was proof, evidence that even through busy lives and miles of distance, those two girls from back in the day, that bond had not gone anywhere. We always shared a welcoming, familiar hug and silly laughs while catching up on current life and reminiscing about years past. Most often than not she'd have to get back to someone's order in the kitchen, though I was more than happy to keep her from getting to it. But, when we'd part company it was understood that too much time should not pass before we spoke again, and that we love one another. She'd say, "I know you're gonna pop back in here at any point, so I'll be looking for you." And even then I hated to say goodbye, see you next time, because I loved my friend so much and miss the days when we could see one another on a regular basis.

Even as she became Mrs. Paul Gordon, she was always Shay Shay who I loved to sing SWV songs with; who loved to go to the Disney Store to decorate–or redecorate–her bedroom; whose house I could come by after school or on the weekends and stay for hours and eat and have a good ole time; who I could go to church with, whose family integrity was so similar to my own with two parents who loved Christ, providing a Godly, loving and protective foundation for their own and everyone else. I was very much at home in the Wells household and Cheryl was a sister to me. So I am trying to convince myself to make peace with the void that I will feel as the days, months and years go on. I try to find comfort in holding on to August 23, 2008, which is the last time I stood with Shay and hugged her tight and sang to the lil one in her belly, and laughed out loud, and just got to spend what I now know were my last fleeting moments with a favorite sisterfriend. And, yes, I will hold on to the past 17 years as well, though I honestly didn't think it was expecting too much that we'd share 50 more as friends.

I'd like to acknowledge Paul Gordon at this time and say that it warms my heart to know that you have been Shay's companion, lover and partner for as long as I can remember. The relationship you shared has been an inspiration to me from afar, and it is my hope to continue running into you and little Caleb. To Dee Dee, I've known you for the same amount of time that I've known Shay, and I love you and cherish the moments that the three of us spent together. To Mrs. Wells, I don't think I am able to fully express my highest regard and esteem for you, so for now, I will only say that I love you. And to Robert and the rest of your family I express my love and pray your peace and joy moving forward.

Until we meet again…

boy, am i! i don't even feel like i did all that much today to warrant being as pooped as i am.. but in reality, i DID have quite the day!

it started off at a radio station here in brooklyn. a friend of mine, Byron aka Fumaca, is a producer of a world music series (i should know the call s of the station but i don't right now) and today they were recording three bands from Mali and another cat, Alex Cuba (who rocks the ill geeeeee-tar'con'AFRO, btw). anyway, Byron invited me to come document the session with my digital, and i happily obliged. little did I KNOW that i was gonna end up having the time of my life shooting the wonderful musicians from Mali, who had just come to town for a world music show at Lincoln Center (which I DID NOT know about) and is on their way back home to the Continent as i type. i seem to always know how to find kindred spirits, and today i found one in a sis who is my namesake of sorts, Aisha! meaning "life" like my own name. well let me tell you, once the band started playing, Aisha, who is the sister in law of the female vocalist/musician, started dancing around the studio-- the same way i was dancing around the engineers booth! my moves were feeding her moves and hers were feeding mine! and before i knew it, Aisha was going IN! arms, head, hair, everywhere!!! i couldn't be AS free because the engineers booth was already cramped enough, but there was just enough room for me to move my feet, hips, shoulders and arms! After the first two sessions she came out to hug me, "You dance GOOD!" :) "Merci, ma soeur!" I smiled back... (sidebar: I totally should be knowing a lot more french than that! all the bands came in and started talking to me in french, cause i got "that look", and i was standing there clueless like, "Uh... Oui?" hahahha i need to seriously step my language game UP!)

So the excitement continued later on when this familiar looking cat came into the station with his girl, and i'm thinkin he's just chillin with everyone else. So he's like "I'm Matthew...You look familiar...." and I'm like "Yeah, you too." but i think I know him from Byron or another mutual friend, Antonio. So then Byron comes in and is like "You probably know Matthew, he used to own Delights of the Garden on Georgia Ave." I'm like "YOOOOOOOOO DELIGHTS OF THE GARDEN!!!!!!!!!! ARE YOU FREAKIN SERIOUS!!!!" Talk about BLASTING from the past into the present! Delights of the Garden is a chapter out of my Howard University days! One of those alternative places to eat when the Caf, Punch Out, or Howard China just wouldn't do. I spent many an afternoon getting some kind of pita sandwich or smoothie from Delights of the Garden! That was almost ten years ago now, and it's not even there anymore! so for someone out the blue to pull THAT out the memory bag, oh happy day!!! I totally was not expecting to run into Matthew from Delights of the Garden, like ever again, let alone this afternoon! So not only was he there chilling, turns out he's the freakin STATION MANAGER...! I was like "DAG, so he running thangs 'round here!" The world is sooo small! So yeah.. !! Good times!

So i stuck around the station til about a quater to 4, shooting pics of all the bands, rapping with Alex Cuba, finding out his whole vibe. Nice cat, got a real soulful look, and a pioneering sound in terms of latin/cuban music. Turns out he's already won two Canadian Grammys (which is where he lives.) I hated that I missed his show at the Apple store yesterday. I didn't even know about him yesterday... where I been???? (MEANWHILE, while doing a quick yet extensive search just now, come to find out Alex has a TWIN BROTHER who is just as talented as he is, Adonis Puentes!!!! I'm am OFFICIALLY on their tip! You can hear more of the brothers music HERE! Track 8 El Loco Bailarin, two mins and 26 secs into that joint is feeling REAL nice!) So, by the time Alex was getting ready to record his set, i realized it was really time for me to go EAT so i could get ready for my next engagement uptown. But as I left, Byron was so pleased that I was able to come sit and feel right at home vibing with everyone that he offered to keep hiring me on to their recording gigs to photo-document the sessions! Who knows, maybe this will turn into something more lucrative and life defining! Afterall, I want to continue working with musicians in the live music vein and programming and such, and get paid accordingly, so we shall see!

Meanwhile, in keeping with my jack of all trades tradition, when I got uptown I had to do my friend Charles' hair, as in twist and style his locks. As i did his hair, we listened to the Very Best of Willie Hutch, and that is officially my next cd on deck to buy (You ain't heard the Barbara Streisand classic, "The Way We Were" til you've heard Willie Hutch belt it out in all his funkdafied funkness!) It didn't take me long to do his hair, and so i went on down to Whole Foods for some seaweed salad, veggie dumplings and edamame! along with some Superfood Green Machine! MMmmmmm! (Don't I sound like a vegetarian??? funnily enough, i'm not!) I got it all together in a container, grabbed my chopstix and got my grub on while on the A train back to bk!

Now all of that may or may not sound like a lot, i don't know, but I do know that i'm TI-RED! i did exert a lot of energy, walking, up and down subway steps, dancing, up and down shooting, twisting and braiding locks... so i'm glad to be laying across this bed without any place to be tonight. Jamal called just as i was getting off the train to say he had touched down and would be here in NYC til Tuesday, so we made plans to get up tomorrow, and that'll work for me.

Meanwhile, Friday and Saturday were quite the energy quenchers as well. Friday night, me and Ro-ro met up in downtown Brooklyn and took a walking tour of Brooklyn Heights, High Street area, Dumbo (including the entrance to the Manhattan bridge where we sat for about an hour while i waved at on-lookers from the tour buses coming into Bk) then back to Dumbo, back to downtown, over to Flatbush Avenue where we were determined to continue on our foot tour til we reached Fort Greene, Havana Outpost to be exact. Once we got there, it was all i could do to scarf down a slice from Not Ray's Pizza and then two guava margaritas from Havana. So once we finally found some place to sit, me and Ro-ro spent the rest of the evening doing what we do best: talking and laughing and laughing and talking! Turns out he has on his Eyepod my favorite song from my favorite gospel artist EVER, John P. Kee! "We Walk By Faith..." Let me tell you about this song, if it were not for this song, I would not be who I am! I loved this song so much as a child, I think I was about ten or 11, maybe 12 when my dad first got the John P Kee and New Life Community Choir tape (yes, TAPE!) and i would stay listening, rewinding, listening, rewinding and listening to that song! "We walk by faith and not by sight, in thee i put my trust all my battles he will fight....!" John P's adlibs in the beginning of that track are SO gangsta, I can't even take it!!! It's been easily about 15 years since I've heard the song, and so when it came on i almost fell on the floor in tears! I probably listened to it 30 times that night!!!!!!

Then saturday we hooked back up and Ro-ro came with me to this picnic out in the Rockaways that I was invited to by a neighbor for Boys High Friends and something or other Family Day. It seemed like it took us for-ev-er to get there on public transpo (Ro-ro left his truck in DC this weekend) but once we got there, we ended up having a GRRReat time! My neighbor straight took two whole turkeys and deep friend them in peanut oil in this portable propane thing! one was marinated in terriyaki sauce and the other in garlic sauce! BOY oh BOY, FRIED TURKEY!!! And it's not even Thanxgiving! That was a treat! Unfortunately, I had a bit of a mishap towards the end of the outing. So there was this one chick there that looked just... a mess. a hot mess. a "when would it EVER be appropriate to wear that?????" hot mess! I'm not gonna even waste my typing energy to describe how much of a mess she was, but let's say it was offensive to all friends and family of Boys High, children, elders, clergy, gangstas, whoever was there at the picnic woulda been offended by this woman's outfit. PERIOD. BUT I couldn't tell right away what an offensive hot mess it was because she was sitting a good majority of the time while we were there. And even as she sat, you felt uncomfortable if you just happened to look in her direction. Well...... it was after I'd just scarfed down my first and second helping of terriyaki fried turkey and apple berry juice box that Ro-ro decided to point out that the chick was up walking around, and suggested with some kind of off the hook yet humorous remark that i should check her out in all her inappropriate glory... And lets just say that you should not try to laugh, breath and swallow apple berry juice at the same time, after just swallowing a mouth full of fried turkey, because there WILL BE A SYSTEMS OVERLOAD. At the risk of grossing out any of my readers, i wont go into details of what "systems overload" means, only to say between trying (or at least wanting to) laugh at what Ro had just said (and how it appropriately fit the inappropriateness of this woman's getup), and trying to swallow and breath, and breath and probably burp or something... everything I'd just ingested was suddenly/violently regurgitated into a fist full of napkins and onto the ground in front of me. YUCK, YUCK AND YUCK. (for the record, it was not a LOT but it was ENOUGH!) Thats what i get for laughing at people. I don't care how they look. She was wrong for how she looked and I was wrong for laughing at how she looked (even if it did warrant a laugh at the LEAST, at the sheer absurdity of it all-- hint, i do mean SHEER!) But THAT was crazy. And to make matters worse, one of my other neighbors was sitting there laughing at ME! Like, "Well, I didn't know if you were choking or not, but I figured if you fell on the ground then at least we'd know that you needed some real help..." Hardy har har. Black people always got jokes!

So, suffice it to say, i SHOULD be tired right now! Hahahhahahhahah I've had a full weekend! So, now I'm gonna relax and get my Cuba on with Alex y Adonis! BAILA!

Here's to a great week!!!!!!

Oh! How She Danced

Oh! How she danced into the night
As if she sprouted wings and then took flight
She leapt and spun across the stage
While the band, in rhythm, played and played

The crowd kept urging her on and on
As they swayed with the music becoming one
Their energy spurred her to move and move
As she danced, she brought them into her groove

Her mind in tune with every note
Her winding body just seemed to float
As she moved and danced each step with ease
The cheers of the crowd showed they were pleased

With sheer joy she stepped and whirled
As the band members shouted "Do it, Girl"
With sheer joy she danced and danced
With sheer joy she had taken her chance

Oh! How she danced into the night
As if she sprouted wings and then took flight
She leapt and spun across the stage
While the band, in rhythm, played and played

July 8, 2008

How is it that I'm the one to get chosen to come up and dance with Afrika Bambaataa and the Universal Zulu Nation on Central Park's Summerstage????!!!!!! Out of, and in front of THOUSANDS of peoples from all over the globe who call New York City their home, here I was on stage shaking a mean tailfeather to Fela Kuti'nem while the Godfather of Hip-Hop got funky fresh on the turn tables. It was funny how it happened.. They'd called for ladies to come up on stage anyway, but it's not easy or advisable to get up on the Summerstage because of the gate railing between where photographers shoot and the actual stage area. Especially where I was standing, there wasn't any openings. But I DID have room to get my groove on down where I was standing on the lawn, which is what i most often do in most cases! So when they started calling "Let's get some beautiful ladies on stage to dance.." people were like "Go!! You should go!! GO!" and I'm lookin like, "Ummm there's no way for me to even get up there. I'm not going, I'm cool! YOU GO!" But folk wouldn't let up and on stage they were beckoning for me to come... so I hopped my behind up on the rail and into the security's arms so he could bring me over to the other side! AND IT WAS ON! I ran up to the stage and looked out into the crowd like "YOOOOOOO THERE'S A WHOLE LOTTA PEOPLE OUT THERE!!!!!" and did what I was called to do, I got my GROOVE ON!!! So there were a few more chicks that came up, one was Nigerian, and I can't remember the ethnicities of the other two, but we had a mad cultural vibe goin on up there! Me and Nigeria got into a collaborative groove winding waists and arms synchronized up around are heads, so I moved towards the back to be closer to where she was dancing, but one of the dudes grabbed me to come back closer to the front edge of the stage again! So I did my best to engage the crowd a lil bit more, swinging hips, big smiles and a black power fist, but I couldn't tell if they were diggin it or wondering what the hell i was doing up there!!! I didn't care though, that joint was FUN, FUN, and FUN. When I came back, the Nigerian lady next to me (Seun Kuti, son of Fela, was the headliner) said she was convinced I was Ibo! What else is new!!!! I been hearing this for years! hhahahaha

So I totally haven't decided what my July challenge will be, BUT if I come up short, I think DANCING on Central Park's historic Summerstage with an icon like Afrika Bambaataa qualifies as the carpe diem type of experiences I'm looking to have each month!!!!

When I called my mom, she reminded me that this was not the first time some random caper of good fortune had found me at Summerstage... Four years ago, I was at a Lyfe Jennings Summerstage performance, up in the front as usual, against the rail enjoying the show. And he starts telling this anecdote about some beef he had with the concert producers; apparently they'd disrespected him in some form or fashion, so much so he decided that rather than taking the payment they were offering him to do the show, he was gonna take the money and disperse it among his adoring fans!! (if I remember there was some mention of telling him he was GOING to do something because "We're PAYING YOU to do this....") Well, I can't say that i was then, nor am I now an adoring fan of Lyfe Jennings- HOWEVER, I WAS in prime position to capitalize on his generous display of hurt feelings that afternoon... Before you knew it, this brotha was throwing out $1 $5 and maybe $10 bills by the fistfulls! If I'd known better I would've gotten my butt out of the way because people started going IN trying to grab the cash that was littering the air and ground! It was free for all, get what you can pandemonium! But I didn't know any better.. and I think I ended up with about $75 in $1s and$5s bulging out of my pockets!!! There I was, once again hanging over the rail, tryin to get security to help me grab money in the now empty photographers pit! CUH-RAZY! I tell you... I ain't never been a bigger fan of Lyfe Jennings than on THAT AFTERNOON!!! I think I ended up going to get a pedicure then paid Con-Edison or my cell phone bill with the rest!!! hahahhaha Thanx, Lyfe!

today i learned of Phillip Joseph's passing. and i am, indeed, mournful about it. i'm realizing that it hurts even when you realize someone on the periphery of your life has passed way.

Phillip was the super of my first apartment here in new york. i like to think he'd been on Hamilton Terrace his entire life, which is where he took his last breath. he was the first trusted person i came to respect and depend on during my first few months in my new home. whatever i needed, whatever i asked of him, whether it was his job or not, whether i'd gone through the protocol of calling the management service or not (which i rarely, if ever, did) Phillip Joseph was gracious enough to oblige my request with class, dignity and diligence. he is one of the most respectful and dignified people i've ever met in my life, and always, ALWAYS made a point to recognize how he esteemed me as a young lady. He'd say "Young Lady, God and your parents have done a wonderful job with you. They must be so proud." Standing at 6'5 inches, Phillip looked as if he'd probably been a handsome athlete in his day, basketball or track, and it's still baffling that his only loved one appeared to be his mini doberman pincher, Champ. i never heard him speak of family other than an elderly man on the block whom he would refer to as his father (though for some reason, i don't think the man was a biological relative.) but because it seemed that taking care of my apartment and all the others on the block was his life, i'd make a point to save a plate for him when i would bake chicken&cornbread or make okra&corn succotash. he was eternally grateful for those plates, and cherished the warm smile i gladly shared with him. Phillip would look for mice and move dead bugs for me before i could even ask him, things that i still can't manage to do til this day. he was an extremely intelligent and well read individual, and we'd share all kinds of interesting conversations on a saturday afternoon. once he even sent complimentary maid service to clean my house because i'd been having a problem with the management service! he was like a long lost uncle at times, and truly looked out for me. even when drama inevitably ensued between my roommate, the owner, and myself, he still did what he could to look out for my well being, and for THAT i am most grateful.

the weekend i was moving out of my place uptown, one of Phillip's employees told me and my mother that Phillip had been hospitalized for a serious medical condition that he'd developed. i had no idea, i just knew i hadn't seen him in a while and couldn't reach him by phone. once i found out where he was, it was all we could do to go up to that hospital to visit Mr. Joseph. we let him know that we loved him, that I was forever grateful for his dutiful service to me, and offered a prayer of healing and comfort. it turned out that he'd suffer some kind of major problem to his left foot stemming from work he'd been doing in one of the neighborhood homes. the story is kind of sketchy in my memory now, because this was a few years ago, but the doctors had done something wrong in their treating of his condition, and it was going to result in a malpractice that he would need to pursue. things didn't sound too good, so we also held him up in prayer about that as well, and Phillip was beside himself with joy that we thought that much of him to come, visit, and share a prayer. but how could we not? he'd been there for me since day one. no questions asked. nothing asked of me.

since moving to brooklyn, i've made a point of going up to my old neighborhood on 144th & Hamilton Terrace whenever i'm in harlem, just to see if i can catch Phillip out taking Champ on his daily stroll. it was hit or miss, but more often than not i'd catch them walking slower than i remembered but still the same Phillip Joseph. and his eyes would ALWAYS light up to see me. it was like a piece of home seeing him as well, because he was so nice; southern nice, and sincere. we'd get caught up, he'd always ask about my mom. he'd tell me that he wasn't doing all that well, but he was still getting around since his injury. it would always be a brief hello, but always well worth the trip when i'd find him. he'd be so happy and would send a text message the next day just thanking me for thinking enough of him to come by the neighborhood. one trip in particular, he asked if i'd like to meet for lunch and i said that'd be great, but never quite got around to taking him up on the offer.......

since january, i've gone to the old neighborhood looking to run into Phillip Joseph out with Champ. but every time i went he was no where to be found. i thought it a bit strange, but figured perhaps i was just missing him, afterall, the times i'd go up there were pretty random. but i'd keep coming back to check. today was no different, i was uptown doing a friend's hair and decided to walk over to the old neighborhood and look for Phillip. i was actually on the phone talking to my mom when one of my old neighbors came out of a building on the block. he was also on the phone when he came over to give me a hug, but when he excused himself from the conversation he turned to me and said "did you hear about Phillip.... he died." "DIED???" i asked, immediately trying to find out more about the situation. though i knew he wasn't in the best of health i had no idea he had passed away. my friend didn't know any details and quickly said goodbye, and while my mom was on hold i went over to a group of people sitting out on a stoop to ask if they knew anything about Phillip's passing. they knew very little but said that he'd died alone in his apartment earlier in the year. "they found him up there," they said, "but we don't know anything else."

i wish i'd known. if they didn't know too much and they lived in the same building, there certainly was no way for me to know. but i wish i'd known. i wish i'd been able to pay my respects at his funeral service--if there was a service. i feel like i should've been there. i feel indebted to Phillip for his kindness to me. it was an example that stood out so much because, as i said, he was the first person to look after me in this crazy city. and you need people like him in your life. i can't believe that i will never see him up on 144th street again with his hat and his grin, walking Champ. he is forever a strand in this tapestry life that i love. you have to love people. it's necessary. you never know how you just being YOU to someone will profoundly affect that person's life. i will always think of him, and i'm privileged to have known him.

okay... by "Ro-ro" I mean one of my favorite people in the world who's become like a brother from another mother in the past year or two, the sickeningly talented (and funny to boot) Rogiers, and by "OkayPlayer thumbs up" I mean the premiere website for all things soulfully dope dug his new debut album in a real way... Okay, playa! That's what's up, and not at all a surprise.. the joint BEEN the bomb! It's just nice to receive the accolades of your peers. Godwilling this will further increase album sales and touring opportunities. I just can't believe (out of all the glowing things they had to say) they had the nerve to clown one of my favorite songs on the album, "Home" featuring Brotha Webb, but they did shine the light on my ABSOLUTE favorite cut on the joint, "Come When You Call"!!!!

anyway, check out the review here and to hear a few songs and cop yo' copy of Ro's Life & Music: All of It, click right'chere!!!!

December 31st 2007:

here i sit again. on the edge. of a new year. not quite the same wide-eyed gurl. not quite the same big dreams. but still a wide-eyed gurl with big dreams, if it's all the same. and even with the minutiae of change, its always still the same. on this quiet eve, my sentiments perhaps echo those of twelve months back: feelings of gratitude to the Lord above for the blessings of a life well-lived without shadow of tragedy. i saw my family more than others sometimes get to considering we live on different coasts. i bore witness the wedding of my cousin to her beloved and greatly enjoyed, if not completely appreciated the experience of being a part of her bridal party (who knew). i put my warm hands on the full belly of a college friend just days before the newest love of her life made his introduction into the world as we know it. i read coach tony dungy's book, which has left the most significantly precious imprint on my life. i've assisted my own father in creating a [soon to be published] literary work that already is and will be a wonderful contribution to the lives of a generation of husbands and wives. and a dear soul thought enough of a dusty idea that i've had for years to put a spark under my pen and get the first versions of my first children's book story underway.

surely oh-eight will bring about opportunity to nourish the seeds that have been planted thus far. surely there will be more music, more dance. more singing in the shower, more singing on stage. more time to appreciate what i have now. less time to worry about what isn't. more food to eat. more lives to touch. more friends to love. more stamps in my passport. finally taking my flying trapeze lessons. finally got health insurance, let's go to the doctors!!! take care of this tooth that gave me a bit of grief this summer.... take care of myself in better way.

i really don't know what the new year has to offer, and what i will offer in return. but i do believe the nursing of wounded hearts back to health has run its course in oh-seven. so i will look forward, if nothing else, to enjoying what i do the way that i do it, and if someone becomes interested enough to take my hand and walkrundanceswingfloatpray&laugh with me along the journey, by all means you all know what kind of gurl i am!... i'm around.

and so. HERE'S to God's grace in the new year, and ALLLLL that it entails! SELAH.

So!! I shared the whole Road To Discovery Challenge idea with a few of you earlier today, and the question came up, "Is this something that’s in development or what???"

Here’s the backstory!

A few weeks ago I was chatting with the honorable Ralston Smith, founder and co-owner of GlobalEyes Productions, and he told me how he’d made a new year’s resolution a few years back to do ONE NEW THING PER MONTH for that entire year. He said he ended up doing so many cool and interesting things (from sky-diving to seeing Jordan play with the Wizards) that it left a significantly meaningful impression on that year! So I DECIDED that even though NYE’08 is long gone, I totally wanted to challenge myself to do one new thing per month, from April 2008 to March 2009! Ralston said he would do it again as well, and suggested we get a group of people together who would be interested in doing this year long challenge, then chronicle it by any means, and have some great content to turn into a television series!!!

AND SO! It was from this wonderful conversation that RTDC came into fruition. As of now, there aren’t any immediate plans to start off producing this as a show. HOWEVER, I’m am going forth with my own year’s worth of challenges, and want to invite you all to get down as well!!!

I figure if we get enough people across the country/globe to commit to doing one new thing/experience per year and effectively document it along the way, this will turn into an awesome movement that can really BECOME (......fill in the blank!)

RIGHT!! So, here’s the deal: If you are DOWN WITH THE GET DOWN then get your April Activity on deck, and once you’re ready to EXECUTE make sure to have a camera ready (video/slr/digital/phone/disposable/whateva!) and journal the whole experience!

Let me know what you’re planning to do and when it’s going down! IF I can be there, then I’ll totally come to be a part of the experience!! If not then send me your photos and stories and I’ll post it up to a Road To Discovery Challenge website (a blog/myspace/etc that I’ll set up for us)!!!!!

So tell your bestfriend or your brother or your moms or mentor or whoever, and let’s see where the road ends up taking us....!!!!! (For my 29th birthday this month, mine is finally taking me to the top of Pier 40 to the FLYING TRAPEZE SCHOOL!!!)