Language as Frequency

Do you know how much I care about football? Exactly zero.

Do you know how much I care about political theatre? Negative zero.

But damn, do I love seeing people be 100% themselves and celebrating who they are and what they stand for. With joy. With rhythm.

It’s contagious.

Your weirdness isn’t a liability. It’s your signature. When you put your unique frequency into the world without editing it for the masses, you stop performing and start transmitting. And your people will pick up what you’re throwing down.

The folks telling you that you have to change yourself aren’t your audience. They’re gatekeepers. And we ain’t letting people keep our gates anymore.

The future belongs to the unapologetic. To the brave. To the ones who speak their own language proudly. Loudly.

So what language do you speak?

My language is rooted in truth and beauty. It smells like moonlight on mountaintops and loyal old dogs rolling on their backs in tall grass. It sounds like sunlight catching on the eyelashes of a little boy laughing and playing in the mud.

It carries undertones of white-haired women shucking corn in rocking chairs with a baby on their knee. Of strong-backed men turning soil for spring while their love brings them iced tea.

There are guttural sounds too. Harder to mouth. Those are the tells. The ones that let you know whether you’ve really mastered it. The deep sounds of blood and dirt. Iron and earth. Loss you can’t fathom. A baby being born through a portal into a world where he’ll learn this language too.

It’s a language of sharp words you don’t mean and ones that land straight in your soul. Of a look that says it all. Of silence. That sometimes speaks louder than words. It sounds like birds at sunrise. Coffee brewing. The smell of fried chicken, fried okra, fried potatoes. Fried must be the word for love in this language.

A gospel hymn hums underneath it all. I Surrender All. That’s the backbone. The rhythm everything else builds on.

When I speak this language. I am home. If it feels familiar to you too…or you’d like to learn…pull up a chair a sit for a spell.