The Other Reason Women Wanted

In Egypt, I Loved The Perfume Of The Lotus. A Flower Would Bloom In The Pool At Dawn, Filling The Entire Garden With A Blue Musk So Powerful It Seemed That Even The Fish And Ducks Would Swoon. By Night, The Flower Might Wither But The Perfume Lasted. Fainter And Fainter, But Never Quite Gone. Even Many Days Later, The Lotus Remained In The Garden. Months Would Pass And A Bee Would Alight Near The Spot Where The Lotus Had Blossomed, And Its Essence Was Released Again, Momentary But Undeniable.

I Wanted To Cry, But I Realized That I Was Too Old For That. I Would Be A Woman Soon And I Would Have To Learn How To Live With A Divided Heart.

Right Now, I'm Writing Song Lyrics. Experimenting With A Play. Toying With An Idea For A Documentary. I Hope One Of These Will Eventually Be Launched Into The Light Of Day.

I Love Many Kinds Of Music: World Music, Jazz, Classical, Pop.

They Sang The Words In Unison, Yet Somehow Created A Web Of Sounds With Their Voices. It Was Like Hearing A Piece Of Fabric Woven With All The Colors Of A Rainbow. I Did Not Know That Such Beauty Could Be Formed By The Human Mouth. I Had Never Heard Harmony Before.