A tear is a blessing...
Creation cries everytime we cry
Tears of joy, tears of pain shower space and time.
Water, wailing, weeping, whispering, water,
Laughing, cleansing, healing, water.
Neither created or destroyed,
We move water as a prayer to life nourishing the body and soul.
Saved water in a basket always falls through.
Water that is blessed carries the infinite’s intention.
Never was and always present

Watching and wanting a life worth  living.
Strings of ancestors are pushing life forward giving blessings to so many.

Friendships are made and relationships are strengthened to manifest light and prosperity.


Women are making tinchures with herbs and birds are transformed from living to deceased living. Men are maintaining tradition and exalting spirit beyond their learned behavior. Giving is granted and God is good.

A little boy becomes a man with orisha's soundtrack and full attendance. Grown African Men and Women are recognized for their contribution as a spirit and a new life is manifested.

Light and Dark, Up and Down, Ibeji quintessentially is marked and I had twins, boy and girl. I sang the songs and marked the beat on time. I sat for hours and waited in labor with the babies to be impossibly birthed here. Giving to others and receiving life force through the tongue gave me reason for living.  Speaking my life into being my hope has been renewed.