Djembes ringing through the sand halls of saltwater souls expatriated- which belong to bodies planted in family soil. If temper can rise to peace, then perhaps nations can sweep tsunamis aside. Perhaps we all sat on the same rug of Earth when we learned the original stories and smiled upwards radiating the desire to participate and to understand.
Perhaps metaphysics and quantum blah blah blah take summer seriously too and the weight of needing to accomplish even a semblance of existence is ha ha ha...
In Portland there's so much growing and knowing without knowing. I watch the plants wilt here in Texas and am furious- for a second or two, musing about how much Africa has been exported and how much of its heart I remember from all the trials before these trials and dances before these dances.
If you really look, you can see your true reflection far more clearly in a running river than in a glassy pond.
Find them: HERE.
And don't wait to DL the album. It's been out for over a year and it's free (and freeing).