"I come as one, but I stand with thousands"

I will take this a step at a time, because there is so much to share, so many experiences and thoughts, that I have been overwhelmed, and found it incredibly difficult to write.

But I will take it a word at a time, and a day at a time.

One word at a time.

Thank you, first of all, my dearest Zo. For all the happiness and the pain I cause you, for all the happiness and pain that you cause me, For all that you do that I don't see, For all that you are, For all that you are supporting me to be. I pray to the earth, to the heavens, the hells, that I am a better person to you, a better partner, a better love, a person who constantly affirms your being, and the worthinesss of your being.

Baby and I, over the past couple of weeks of travel, came upon some wonderful people  who have been so generous, who welcomed us, hugged us, fed us, provided safety, warmth and a myriad of advice about everything.

Roxanne in New Orleans, Elisha Hall and Sona Smith and their children Aya, Ameen and Ajani in Chicago, Moses Durolawo and his wife Margaret in Dallas, and Betty and Moses Achapa in Houston. I give thanks for the tangible and the intangible.

One word at a time.

I struggle, because there is just so much- too much- to say. So much it is crippling.  I find other things to do: wash dishes, wash the sink, pile books back into the shelves-even though baby about to scatter them about again... I find other things to do. Anything. Because I am afraid.I feel like the words just get loaded and stuck at my finger tips.

Tips are bloated, engorged with words.

One word at a time.

I have been surrounded by magic, transcendent power, and people, who have been holding me up, during this time, when I could not hold myself. When i have little consciousness of myself, in the physical and the metaphysical domain.

Lorenzo has been holding me up. He is holding me up.

Ominira holding me up.

Every morning, when she wakes up and climbs all over me, and presses her warm, soft chubby cheeks against mine. Pulling on my hands, rolling over, under, waking me up. Rise ma. Wake up ma.

Ominira took great care of me all through the trip.
Felt like she protected me.
She gave me plenty room to be.
She allowed me to walk, to see, to feel, to breathe.

Ominira who are you?
Ominira who are you?

Where are you from my baby?


One word at a time.

Priestess came around. Priestess. Seer. Powerful, wonderful, warm black sister Phy. Priestess brought healing to my husband and warmth to my home. Brother Onyx Ashanti, powerful, creative, warrior man, brought shango down on us- called us to our own, affirmed that we are at the cusp and we just need to be, to do what we know to do. Powerful, restorative conversations a few nights after we arrived from New orleans.


I stand with thousands.

I am calling on these thousands.

I can not be alone.

I can not do alone.


I am calling you.
I am calling the dead and the living.
You, reading this.
You, whose music I play when writing this.
You who nurtured me when I had limited consciousness.
You who loved me when I couldnt/ wouldnt love you.
You standing next to me.
You human being, who I am a part of, as we are all a part of each other.
You trees, rivers, birds, worms,
You earth.
You without whom I would not exist.
You whom I interact with as I exist.

I am calling you.
I need you.
Hear me.
See me.
Embrace me.
Walk with me.
Allow me to be.
Just to be.

Ashei.

"I come as one, but i stand with thousands"- Mama Maya Angelou

I am grieving tonight

I am grieving tonight,
10 years later,
I am grieving tonight,
In this place,

for the dead,
for their loved ones,
for their friends,
for this city here,
I am grieving tonight,

New Orleans,

Katrina,

When the levees broke,

When our peoples died.
When our fathers died.
When our mothers died.
When our sisters died.
When our brothers died.
When our children died.

Left homeless,
Diseased,
Dispersed unwittingly across the nation,
Leaving behind all hard earned wealth and creation,
Lineage,
Memories of struggles and celebration,

Absolute devastation.
Pain.

Desperation.

Waiting on rooftops and attics,
3 days or more
with no food,
no water or medication,


Humiliation by the guardians of the nation,
Who took forever to send a worthy delegation,
To help remediate a critical situation.

I am grieving tonight.
Restless,
Heavy,
Can't sleep good tonight.

New Orleans,

Katrina,

When the levees broke.

Drowning in sorrow,
Drowning in tears,
Spirits whisper in my ears,
I hear loud and clear,

Wailing.

It has been 10 years.

Rest in peace my dears.

Do beers pour on Bourbon,
as offerings for the dead,
bodies lost,
do you hear them,
in your head,
talking,
walking down the quarter,
drunken and raving in the morning like mad,
can't you see why the Mississippi is sad?
weary,
writhing,
winding across the sand,
people wailing, waiting desperate for a hand,
swallowed by tragedy,
by poverty,
by prejudice,
and indifference,
all around,
how can you stand,
by on Bourbon and revel like a clown,
while this city watches with a frown,
as your pour your beers on down,
without reverence,
without rememberance,
of the restless spirits that here abound.