This weekend I spent getting free, while sharing beautiful commnunal spaces – surrounded by my tribe. As I am working to mend my sweet fractured heart, I realize my need even more fiercely for community, love, joy, and laughter.
This eclipse season has shaken loose a love which I thought was permenant, now the best salve for me is to shake a tail feather with my most trusted tribe.
By watching my brilliant friends share their musical gifts with the world, and feeding my inner child the pure sweetness of Love Feast, an annual love gathering in my tribe, where more of my musically inclined kin sang and performed improv collabs of love and liberty which nourished my spirit.
I needed to revel in ALL the black woman magic I could muster and now, mission is complete melanin recharged and poppin.