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Topic: WC - Daily Practice
Friday 4Aug06 5:42am
It's Caribana weekend. Time to jump up. Weather wise they are promising cooler days without the stifling fry an egg on pavement heat.
All I know is that I need to hear some steel drums. I love the steel drums. Since my first Caribana in Montreal, there is something about the steel drums that cause my uninhibited ass shaking. When I hear the steel drums I feel the call of my ancestors. If I could just get into that zone, that trance, I could make contact and receive the stories, I could be transported to another time, the beginning perhaps. I could sit at the feet of a griot and learn my true history. I could sit at the feet of a griot learning the stories of many yesterdays and continue with the stories of today. I am a storyteller. In my history, storytellers have value. They chronicle our history through memory.
Drums, so primal, the beat of our hearts, our power, sends messages from one village to the next, my deep century spanning memory.
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