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Memories…

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Memories – Photo of photo on altar; by Toni Roberts

Windswept beach

Moonlight walks

   Drumming

with

My

   Lover

Time

to clear out

Inner Space

for

New

Life

New

   Love

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Drumming Back To Freedom…

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Photo by Toni Roberts; Djembe

Ah

   the weather is finally warming…

soon it will be time to

return to the

   park…

to the

   drums…

drumming back to freedom

   under the heat of the city sun…

back to

   Africa…

back to

      freedom

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Yemaya–Photo by Toni Roberts

 

dancing to the call of the

orishas...

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Photo by Toni Roberts

in the wild abandon of

forgetfulness

we are back in the

   bush...

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Tools for Journeying…Photo by Toni Roberts

 

released from our

   rat-infested tenements

from the

drugs

crime

grinding poverty

and

devastation

that has not abated since first they

dragged us

bound

and

chained

across the waters

to this

new world

this new version of

hell

called

modern

western

      civilization

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Grandfathers and Drum; Photo by Toni Roberts

   and so…

in the noisy

crowded summer heat

of a Harlem park

we beat our drums

and dance our way

back home

to

Africa...

to the

   Motherland

to

   Freedom

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There Is No Security In The World…

Photo by Toni Roberts

Photo by Toni Roberts

 

That which is  temporal

Comes to

Pass…

Awakening; Artwork and Photo by Toni Roberts

Awakening; Artwork and Photo by Toni Roberts

Take a deep breath

Un-clench your belly and say

YES

To the

Letting Go Energy

Photo by Toni Roberts; Djembe

Photo by Toni Roberts; Djembe

 

Creativity

is the

Antidote

to

Insanity

Try it…buy it…share it!

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A Call To All Djembefolas…DrummerWomen!

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Djembefola! DrummerWoman!

Dust off your drum

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Return the Goddess to your altar…

Isis…Mary…Yemaya…

Let our dream of peace, love, health, unity, wholeness..

echo in the beat of the drum

Let our drums reverberate throughout the Land

awakening all of the Mother’s children

from their deep slumber

Let our drums drown out the war cries

soothing the fears of a wounded and frightened humanity

Let the cry of the drum be heard

in far-flung corners of the multiverse

Grandfather blessing my drum...

Grandfather blessing my drum…

Dust off your drum my sister!

Let us Join with our brother-drummers

Let us heal together…

 

 

Farewell to Ayanna Guyhto…My Beloved Niece…

Yana and bijou 2012They took my beloved Ayanna off of life support today. The body is slowly shutting down. I can no longer say her body because I sense her soul has already returned to the Meeting Place: that SpaceTime wherein we make our plans for the next excursion to flesh bodies

I weep–not for my beloved–for she is free

I weep for myself

For the heavy ache of her absence

I weep for the loss of that bubbly personality…

And the shared jokes that only she and I got

I am already missing the Emails…

And the telephone conversations

In which we dared to reveal to one another

Parts of ourselves ordinarily kept hidden

I miss the easy going intimacy we shared…

And the trust

You hold a piece of my heart baby-girl…

And I will always treasure the part of you

That you left behind…as memories

I will always treasure the uniqueness of the daughter-from-another-mother relationship we shared in this go-round as spirits-in-flesh. And although I so look forward to our reunion on the Other Side, I am in no hurry to leave this crazy Third-Dimension that we both so thoroughly enjoy. I will continue drumming my ass off every Saturday–hoping the reverberations reach all the way to Wherever you are. I will walk my mile a day–take my supplements and eat organic–in the care of this holy temple.  I will continue plunging fully into the exquisite joy of living. I will squeeze every drop of Love that I can–into each day–just as you did–beloved baby-girl–

Niece…daughter of my heart

I bid you adieu, sweet one…A Dios…See ya’…

After The Rain…Light…Understanding…

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after the rain…

 

Instead of drumming this Saturday, I spent quiet time at my window altar–with the river.

Rising above the chatter of my “monkey brain,” I sat in the peaceful silence of my rain-washed world–listening within:

This drumming, my dear–just like the words that you write–comes through you. You, the ego-personality, are not the owner of your creative productions. The words, and sounds come through you from a Source that also determines the why, what, when, where and how of it all.

Do not attempt to order your gifts; trying to determine whence they come and go.

Life is not yours to order. It is yours to remain open, receptive and in service to That Which lies behind, beneath, above and at each side of all form. 

You are learning to understand–and more importantly–to accept and live a reality which is the only authentic Reality there is.

It is a process of opening the heart in trust and releasing the pain you did not know was there.

It is truly living from the inside out: letting your 3-D world unfold in, as and through you; bypassing the ego.

It is not the human way  of being. 

It is a process of “un-conditioning” the mind.

Have patience with yourself.

I am with you.

We are with you.

Drum Slut Rising…

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rising…rising…ever rising…

Drum Slut rising

stretching awake after a long winter’s sleep…

The drumbeat

stirring

within

Her

Loins…

Rising…

Rising…

Drum Slut rising…

Arms stretched to the sky

in homage to the Sun‘s

greening of the land…

Flowers…

Birdsong…

prelude to

summer’s heat

and

the

throbbing

pulsating

beat

of

the

drums

calling to

Drum Slut…

Slumber’s end…

Awaken…

Arise…

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