I believe

I believe in hikes on a hot summer day and rope swings; Mushroom Rock and the ice cold waters of Rock Creek.

I believe in long days on the terrace; with sweet tea perspiring beneath my fingers. 

The sound of the cicadas in the distance. I believe in the rains of Kentucky and The Palmetto trees of Carolina.  The blue southern skies and lazy summer days. 

I believe in sipping Woodford with my Daddy on the front porch steps.  Holding hands with my love as she laughs.  Wide eyed and beautiful on a cold rainy day. 

I believe in Magic and old black and white films. I believe in the South. In my roots and butt glue sold at the corner market.

In Jayme Shaw and High Heels and flip flops in the sand.

I believe in the Grand Old Party and my wings; In Gowns and Crowns and rhinestones and sequins. I believe in Big Hair and Eyeliner. And my Grandmother's voice. In my Mama's arms and The Anglican Church.

I believe in honor and love and dignity. My beliefs define me. Mold me. I believe in me and my past; the mistakes that I've made and the patgs I have walked.