And yesterday…Saturday
after the gift of Friday with K. in Central Park
came the ecstasy of drumming in
A Holy Circle of
modern-day santeros, babalawos, curanderas…
women, men and children
who are called by
the Spirit of the Drum
Grandfather blessing my drum…
Gathering weekly to pay homage
to the Motherland: Africa…
Lending body, mind and soul
as vehicles upon which the Orishas may ride…
Giving oneself up as intermediary
between the two worlds…
vessels to be filled with the
Voice of Drum Spirit…
Holy Rhythms of Healing and Love
rippling out from the village of Harlem…
in never ending circles…
through the city…
the nation…
the world…
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Photo-journal of a woman's transformational journey from breast cancer to wholeness.
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