Or Whitney Houston singing All The Man That I Need live. Same.
Whitney is forever. Here. To remind us all to take the risk and just be. Us. No limits whatsoever. To let go of the ones who just won’t let us. Be us. Although, it’s only us who don’t let us be us, no limits whatsoever. Be kind to everyone, but be kind to yourself first.
Can I be me?, Whitney used to say. She wanted freedom. She was freedom, of course she wanted to believe in everything she did. To have fun and to love.
Raw.
She was and is elegance, the almost too good to be true breathtaking rawness that comes from elegance, or is it the breathtaking rawness that, in fact, creates the elegance? She refused to pretend, her eyes refused to hold space for the tinniest, most innocent lie in the world and so did her voice. Nothing but the truth. Nothing. Nothiiiing… Raw at all times. The courage and the trust! Without looking for anything other than love, in any moment, under any circumstances. Without being anything other than love, in any moment, under any circumstances. Now, this is style.
She could wear anything from high waisted jeans and a tank top to a sparkling fringed skirt with whatever she wanted, from an oversized hoodie and leggings to a red dress with a deep-cut and whatever else she wanted deep and look elegant. One can pull off anything if one has THE attitude. It can not be faked – that’s the trick. Breathing is another one. A gift. Suddenly, nothing and everything are one thing.
Elegant: graceful and stylish in appearance or manner. Synonyms: stylish, graceful, tasteful, discerning, refined, sophisticated, dignified, cultivated, distinguished, classic, smart, fashionable, modish, decorous, beautiful, artistic, aesthetic, lovely. Even the internet knows what elegant stands for.
She didn’t follow any rules. She knew that being true to herself was everything she needed to touch the sky and lift us all, together with her, on a magical ride, in no time. A super power turned into legacy. In perpetuity.
She might’ve seemed cooky, as she candidly said herself about herself once, but it takes a little bit of crazy to stick to your own core when the world at large tells you otherwise. She was rebellious in a tender way. It was the special extra something she chose to feel and live. Something greater than us she referred to as God. Within us. Love, yes. The Greatest Love Of All, her favourite.
There’s something so grandiose about this feeling I’m feeling whenever Whitney crosses my heart. And something so fragile, at the same time. A hug so pure that any barrier dissolves, yes, but, even more so, that… I’m looking for words… How do I say this? Is it really possible for some things to just get unnoticed straight into our hearts? What do you call that? Man, my heart beats so fast right now. Whitney, is that you? M! Sweet, sweet love. I love you.
When Bobbi Kristina joined her mom on stage, what do you call that? It happened in Poland, in Germany, and the videos on YouTube know exactly when to pop for a hug. Can you feel it? The way Whitney just let her baby be, the way her baby stared at her, the way Whitney swooped her baby into the rhythm naturally, the way Whitney stopped the band to hear her baby just being a baby, basically, is the way she showed her baby love.
Free.
Whitney melted in the hug her baby gave her, I knew this hug thing had been here intentionally. Whitney couldn’t get enough of hearing her baby. As if it were only the two of them in the universe, One Moment In Time was taking place and we were all there, then and now, on the carpet Whitney effortlessly laid in front of us. Off to the sky! And beyond. My Love Is Your Love was the song and this is me obsessing. Not in the “my baby is everything to me” kind of way, but in the “I’m just melting, this is how much I love my baby” kind of way. In the we just can’t get enough of hearing Whitney way. Of hearing our soul.
We will always love you. And love you, and love you, and love you, and love you, and love you, and love you, and love you, and love you! M!