It has certainly been a while

I am living life the best way I know how. Going with the flow. Its hard sometimes, as debris and obstacles make themselves ever so present. Although I may get dammed up sometimes and tension builds, I know that the current of my hopes and faith keep me going and I just simply have to change my course and flow another way either over and through my obstacles or around them. I am learning more and more to be like the river, I am of the river.
The continuous learning process of life is never ending, and destiny has called me to a tradition that has way too much to learn. I am simply doing my personal best to learn all I can in order to help teach, heal, share, pass on, and preserve. The dangers of the trans Atlantic slave/ Maffa and that oppressive force is still present just in an even more dangerous way. Ignorance and misconceptions surround our very practice and even our minds, to those that are and are not priest. I walk a fine line, thin and narrow road and I have to stay focused and determined to see that my destiny is completed. That I answer the call.

My poem to my mother

Regal coco Queen
As you sit atop the drum
Rhythmic beats in time with the earths rotation
Reminiscent of the sun
You bring me back with the gyrating swivel in your hips
The taste of sweet honey in the plumpness of your lips
Your voice is power, your essence wise
Mother Afrika adorns you never to be disguised
Proud and Beautiful the river runs deep
Flows from ancestors past to futures dawn
Many ideas, art forms appear as fishes spawn
Responsible for knowledge intuition in its raw
we all praise the mother, for this is what we were birthed for.
Yellow and Gold's as you reflect our joy
Blessed are your children every girl and every boy
Bells ring and resonate in your laughter
As you descend upon us smiling from your heavenly rafters
I ask you to deny me bitterness that I may emulate your ways
That I may be calm, cool, collect and always the right things say
Reflective is your presence as I look deep inside
In your arms, my head to your breast my heart confesses and confides
Grateful to be your vessel and your loving son
Always open to learn and work until my time here is done.

Beauty of my people

I would like to say although a lot of my writings and work tends to focus on my people of color and their traditions ( as I do embrace Africa in all I do) I am pro PEOPLE period. I love people, I love our diversity and similarities. I celebrate it all.

This poem states the weekend's experience I had at a drumming celebrating a rebirth of someone who is now called Iyawo. Someone who went through the same beautiful life changing experience I did last April, Kari Ocha. A drumming celebrating the birth of an Agallu from an Agallu.

I felt you long before I walked into the house
I felt your rhythms and beats long before the sound of your drums reached my ears
Terrestrial and yet heavenly
My body reacts moving and swaying and toes tapping as hands clapped,
these movements and these melodies ancient and long danced by many others who came before me
A space full of beautiful shades of brown, caramels, blacks and tans
I smell elements, I smell power, I smell culture I taste remembrance and savor victory
My people together in once space reconnecting to the Mother we call Africa
Many roots branching out form one sacred tree and we all reach for the sun naturally as we reach for the divine
The plant reaches for the sun as God works through it in the form or photosynthesis
We channel nature unwillingly and yet so naturally involuntary
I see you Sister in your Blue head wrap, garb speaking of your royalty set against the rich tones of your skin. Yemaya proudly in your midst
Beautiful Daughter of Ochun I see your beauty shining as legendary as that of your Divine Mother
Strong Daughter of Oya who can hold you or your wise words back? You flow through us reminding us their is strength to be claimed and honored.
Sons and Daughters of Chango pride and ferocity clear the way as you exemplify sovereignty and Majesty. We originate form Kings and Queens Indeed.
My people beautiful and different like the many creations of that whom we call God or Goddess. Like the many colored fish, birds, and flowers
Gods creations effortlessly wonderful, Beauty of my People

Experiences

We talked Motherlands, we talked powerful culture rich continent. Afrika the beginning of us all. We find hidden truths and discuss our connections and want for unification and upliftment of ourselves and others. Descendants of kings and queens, shamans and spiritual workers, dancers and hunters.
We eat at the table of Caridad, sharing meals and speaking our hearts content. Sharing our experiences, our past lives, our future goals and hopes.
The tone is set, the way prepared walking on air as if to laugh in the face of gravity, following a trail of rose petals that only we can see.
A home, rich with our peoples culture, wooden mask and drums, red, blacks, reds yellow. Powerful colors that mean so much more to me and him than most. Simple kisses lead to heavy breathing and accelerated heart beats.
Mutual large hands roaming each others body, firm members pressed to each other in an embrace that feels like a perfect melding of the elements. The heat of fire, the rush of air the earth rocking beneath us, the water washing over us in passionate waves. Trying to contain myself, but unwilling to bar the gates to my temple. I open up the gates or should I say I surrender the key. Enter! I call, body language reverberating and echoing an unspoken desire that sets the room a flame. Slipping in and out of worlds, on Polynesian shores, black sandy beaches, fragrant gardens, and refreshing lagoons. I look into the eyes above me, intense stare and genuine want to please and experience... me. I accept you Esus, you accept me Maeve. I feel us moving in rhythm, harsh and meaningful drum beats as our ancestors infuse our bodies. Moving with gyrating hips, performing a dance that is ageless. Barefoot and in touch, dreads falling ever so against my bare chest. Kisses soft, succulent, and masculine driving me wild, driving into me. I call out, names of those who came before me, I call out in tongues I do not recognize. We sleep, we weep. Healed in the process we hold each other and we lie sweat bound letting the feelings subside after the eruption that is orgasm. God was praised this time, Goddess gave birth.

Its been a while

So life has completely changed around for me. I have met wonderful people some new some old, its like I am seeing life through brand new eyes. Yes there are still enough trace elements of DAVID but I don't feel the same nor do I identify with the David pre April 2010.

I began to get familiar with my father in my spiritual path. Chango/Shango he who hurls lightning, he who illuminates the darkest of night and shows you things as they are. He who represents the spark of life, the passion to live and experience and enjoy. One cant do that if they don't see things as they are.
Chango has made me face every uncomfortable situation this year I could possibly think of and a few I wouldn't have even attempted to think of. I got to see in his example that a man with ambition, with a knowledge of his self worth can attain a higher place mentally, spiritually and even physically.
I found myself single this year, way more contemplative than ever and through all the traps and not so nice stuff thrown in my way, I am strangely content with life as a whole. I recite and replay Rachelle Ferrell's Satisfied over and over in my head, because I am.
Through sacrifice and the investing into the one person that you have to face the rest of your life, YOU. You can attain a beautiful place in solitude, peace in your spirit and a pep in your step.
Until next time folks... Muah