Melting Pot

Artwear by Ayanna Ali

  What is that playing “peek-a-boo” in the luggage cabinet of that plane?  It’s a luggage cover by artist, Ayanna Ali, the 10th grade entrepreneur who is taking artwear by storm. In her own words: “I’m a 15 year-old artist based in Seattle, WA. I’m a native of…

From the Heart: Romaine Head

  I had not seen my dear sistah/friend, Debra McCain, in over 30 years.  Her visit with me brought us up to date, and I told her about Garden Spices.  She told me that her sister, Romaine Head, was now doing artwork. How?  When?  I had to see…

Relative Truth

You have to know your tribe.  They are your roots and, like it or not, a big part of your truth. My tribe has some trouble with truth. We don’t seem to be terribly burdened by any compulsion to be fully authentic at all times. We don’t mind…

UBUNTU

  Rev. Dr. Wanda Gail Campbell In 1999, along with approximately 7,000 other people from all corners of the Earth, I attended the Parliament of The World’s Religions in Cape Town, South Africa. Over the 5 days, we were welcomed by many world renowned heavy weight leaders. Most…

Exercise in Denial

It was just another unpainted clapboard house dotting the rural southern landscape neglected ravaged by the elements long void of human life   The winter of 1995 traveling on Montgomery HWY 31 South would change all that   A friend seeing a white woman jogging along the highway…

Living in Rhythm

  In my everyday existence there is rhythm. My life has a soundtrack, a pulsating beat which inspires, words that move me, and a flow as smooth as butter. I performed an experiment recently where I attempted to survive a day without music. I failed miserably. Like air,…

Goin’ In: Music a Healing Balm

“Music is defined as vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) combined in such a way as to produce beauty of form, harmony, and expression of emotion.” -Oxford Dictionary Recently, my bonus father, Wayne Lambert and I sat at the kitchen table discussing his affinity for music. Over the…

Music is Life

It’s 4 a.m., my alarm blares and I lay there thinking, “Do I really have to get up? I can just be overweight, out of shape and eat what I want. The Mister will still love me, so it’s cool”. I said the last part while stumbling into…

The Opening

  Drummers beat out the rhythm of harmony from their bongos as they enter the rear of the chapel with skillful artistry and measured synchronicity fingers palms heels of the hands strike forcibly upon the hollow of the vessel we call the drum melodious flowing sounds that invade…