Posts for for August, 2010



From the Cornfields of Illinois

Hello from the cornfields of Illinois! On our way to Midway airport, the show last night was fun, however, we were the last ones standing. I have a feeling this morning that the problem of 12 to 20 percent unemployment throughout the country is to blame. I heard and saw volumes of what’s wrong with the powers that be, and I woke with a strong sense that what is wrong is that we, the people, allow ourselves to be used and don’t stand up and take responsibility for what we hate about ourselves, our lives and our country.

It’s time to stop blaming people who we perceive as stronger and more powerful or mean, and STOP MAKING EXCUSES for the people who are destructive and bitter towards others and themselves. Are you one of those people? If you are, find the spiritual strength to live your truth. It’s now or never.

I loved reading the words of Sophia in Alice Walker’s book, The Color Purple, “White folks is a miracle of affliction” when I was young. Now that I’m less young I realize that so is Black folk, so is Hispanic folk, so is all folk. You wanna say to white people “welcome to our world” now that it’s fine to say out loud how racist you are? NEWSFLASH: we’ve all been in the same toxic world for thousands of years. The people on top keep changing, but the people on the bottom remain the same.

Its time to change and be an example for our children. Its time to realize that if you are racist you are being used. You are just an ignorant pawn in the game of greed and power. Black people enslave black people to this day. Hispanics are as racist as
any group of people I have ever witnessed. And of course, the brutality of white people is well documented. Muslims, Jews, Christians, too. But the irony is, we are 99% the same. We share cultures, we share ideas, we share toilets and we share this world. You wanna watch this country fall while saying to whitey “welcome to our world”? Then you are low level. You are seething with self abuse. You are worthy of the mind that entraps you. The same goes for all of us. The high people are the folks who love, wholeheartedly, the humanity in everyone.

The high people make bridges – emotionally, spiritually and intellectually – so we can all cross, one by one, to higher ground. In fact, in America today there is an abundance of high level, generous, creative people who are immensely, IMMENSELY, successful and BRAVE. The next time you wanna put someone down in bitterness for oppressing you, think of someone who came from even lower than you who rose up and is now an ambassador to the world. Who is really keeping you down, beside your self? Be the 1%, if you dare.

Sophie B. Hawkins
Sunday morning


On the Road from KY to IL

Hello people of the light, we are on the road from KY to IL, early in the morning buzzing with locusts, sheltered by clouds and smelling like toasted bagels. We just passed a Waffle House, how cold.

Last night is memorable for several reasons, not the least of which was Andy Andrews’ summation of what’s going on in this country, and of course, the world. “Bullsh*t!”, he cried out. Bless your heart, Andy, there is so much to say, but really more to do, so just simplify the matter in a word and rev up your engines. As Dashiell says, “vroom vroom!”

These shows are getting more and more surprising, the people coming are either new, or familiar but different, as I must be. The tension between “I don’t know these people but I’m gonna sing what I feel under threat of desertion” and, “I’ve seen these people before, I wonder how they’re gonna react to me now” makes for good stuff.

The musical is being workshopped at the end of Sept, they’re casting the reading now, I’ve started working with the MD, I’m writing and rewriting in earnest. There are new songs now to glue onto the album, I think the title should change, and when I asked Gigi when are the lawyers gonna get the deal done so I can release this mother she said, “I’ll get it closed next week. I’m going to be wild.” Good on ya, mate.

I suppose its “healthy” for Dash that I leave and he has the opportunity to feel his independent life and tap into his sense of security in the bigger, spiritual sense, which he has in abundance, it seems, and its good for me to be without him and trust he’s doing well, physically and emotionally. But it’s a struggle. Especially because he understands what’s going on when I talk to him about going away, and he seems to resolve himself to be strong. It was said to me that he doesn’t want me to be upset, which could be true, and I cannot fathom that I have been given such a great and profound gift as my child. The other thing that amazes me is when I call and talk to him he has so much to say, and I realize when I hang up that I only got half of it in the moment. Is it always gonna be like that? Am I going to think about my conversations with him and realize more and more layers? It is like walking away from a great painting that lives and grows in you, or a poem, or a being who makes you expand. I also realized on the plane that I am continuing my journey, and mine is supporting his. And so soon he will take off on his destiny and I’ll be holding onto every moment of him, as I do now. I see corn, and horses, and I have a new appreciation for excavators, trucks and buses.

See you soon,

Sophie B.