Life doesn’t deliver fun packages unexpectedly. We have to work pretty hard and plan for those. But the daily grind? That’s for the “other” unexpected gifts we can look forward to.
It’s called The Grind for a reason.
Down below are a couple screen shots of our first text messages of the day… Just some morning chit chat between writers on this project. We don’t talk as often as we can because of our different work lives and so on.
ShOnda is one of the C0-Editors of this Blog/Project/Emancipatory Exorcism or whatever this morphs into. We also welcome Britt and Jon as future contributors/editors of OSH (Our Secret Highway).
In terms of Content, I have added bits and pieces here and there, just random thoughts that have floated around in my mind, but as of yet I don’t have a focused idea of where this project is heading. What I DO KNOW is that it resonates with hope as an outlet for reflection that puts a mirror on “The InSide” track of things that may be in the mix for whatever parallel future we find ourselves waking up to- some day forward. Freedom is not a “promise” regardless of what side of that Freedom Fence you think you are currently on…
The side we are talking about Is the other-side of the bars so to speak, and I’m not referring to a place for public drinking and socializing. I’m talking a place where people are beaten down into submission. A place where the Jailer is merciless and the Petty thrive. So ironically, being “InSide” is the one time you are definitely on “The OutSide”, of mainstream society that is. You’re smart, I’m sure you can figure out that double entendre’ :).
Give a person a club that they haven’t earned with their goody points? He/She will beat you down with it. Good people aren’t always good because they want to be, good people are good- because they are too afraid NOT to be. The insinuation implied here? Those bad people on the inside probably have more courage and heart than the flaccid and the weak that tow the line on the outside. It’s called moral fiber. No judge can steal that from you, and no amount of college can learn it into you. It can’t be bought or sold, and you sure as hell can’t steal it. You either have it or you don’t.
Sometimes having a voice is the last hope that any of us can cling to. So this forum will be that voice. Not a Voice of Redemption or epiphany. Just a voice that may ring a bell in your soul- or maybe it won’t. Regardless, it is not a waste of time or energy because we all know that energy is never lost– it just transforms and morphs into Something Else.
This project- is part of chasing…
that “Something Else“.
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And another day beginz…
Our Secret Highway 
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