Tuesday, March 24, 2009

PRAY FOR PEACE: "What's dis?" Poetry & Music by Nature Man



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new orleans ORIGINAL reggae artist
NATURE MAN

featuring: Strikly Love & Zublun



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*Title: What's dis?
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Sunday, February 22, 2009

On Sabbatical - Spiritual Retreat

Time away from my heart's home...

For the past few months those of you who follow this blog may have noticed that I have not been actively posting. In December of 2008 I found that I needed to physically, spiritually, and emotionally take leave of New Orleans to rest. I am not sure if I am to continue my work in New Orleans or if my work has been completed. Guidance will inform me, in time. This previous blog posting from December of 2007 speaks to me deeply of my personal journey of awakening to self that occurred in conjunction with my service in New Orleans. This experience and so many others that occurred in New Orleans have blessed me.


Jah Bless
your Planetary Sister




The text reads:

"This trip is about not being powerless in the face of overwhelming need. Its a about a community traumatized by a storm, but just as traumatized by the ineffective institutional response and/or neglect of their needs. It's about my being ashamed of that response. Needing TO DO something. This is a whole community experiencing the fallout of trauma.

Its not the individuals traumatized by physical or sexual violence that I'm used to working with, more like refugees who've lived in camps. I rather doubt that my 2 weeks at the Algier's Clinic in February, so long after the storm, providing counseling, will have had much of an effect on those who I've worked with as it's had on me. "


"Whose powerlessness was this trip about? I suspect it's my own. "






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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

REDEMPTION SONG - THESE SONGS OF FREEDOM: Bob Marley


Written a few moments before the inaguration of Barak Obama. I felt myself crying and began to write as a way to better understand what I was feeling, this is what came to me...


I am crying.


I AM crying the tears of my African brothers and sisters, I AM crying for their pains, their history of tribulation and injustices, cruel and inhuman treatments, the loss of their identities through enslavement, the stealing of their freedoms and their precious liberties. I AM crying for the loss of their children, the loss of their familial ties through forced slavery. I AM crying the tears of their dreams independent of their slave masters wishes. I AM crying the tears of lynching’s, Jim Crow, segregation, humiliations, the foul injustices they have endured in the land of freedom and liberty.

I AM crying their tears of joy; the tears of redemption. The tears that hold not only the pain and tribulation of their past, their ancestors past, but the joys and freedoms that their ancestors also anchored in their longing for and generational fight for freedom; the slaves who ran away, the slaves who served with dignity, never losing the sight of themselves; those who were the teachers, the educators, the freedom fighters - Harriet Tubman, Booker T. Washington, W. E. B. Dubois, Fredrick Douglas, Malcom X and the anchoring of hope and the right for freedom and civil liberties through Martin Luther King Jr. and those who dared, who had the courage, to walk with him.

I AM crying the tears of mothers and fathers in the ghetto, the mothers and fathers who have watched their children die by the gun, poverty, lack of health care, drugs, violence and prostitution. I AM crying their tears of joy for the hope and the possibility of freedom for their children and future generations to come.

I AM crying the tears of joy for the redemption of my African American brothers and sisters unique and individual identities as a part of the integral whole of who we are as a nation -- not as slave, not as outcast, as individuals in their own right, masters -- masters of their own destinies. On this day, this nations long civil war has finally been won.

I AM crying the tears of joy, of hope, of the journey through tribulation and pain, sorrow and joy – I AM crying the tears of joy -- of redemption.

I AM singing a song, a Redemption Song – a song of freedom.