Thursday, April 28, 2011

When "Kawo" knocks -- It Roars and POURS!

#wRiteOn Today, "Kawo" came knocking at my window. I was awaken by an earthshaking thunderous roar amidst the towers, at the crossroads of urbanity-noire. Normally I yell out a praise name or so...this morning I was deeply humbled. It seems the citizens of heaven threw out their mop water, dumping it upon the pour souls who happened to be on the streets this morning- yellin', screamin'-- aghast cause they are now drenched, without any warning of a light rain or partial shower. It was like water dumped on yo' head and now you're drenched!  
     "Kawo" kept knocking on my window, even 6 floors high to remind me who's the greater, and that I'm but a mere Human - "Remember that!" Yet, it was is in that still moment that I inquired quietly, what are my tasks for today?! I do this daily and expect a litany of things to do and vibe off of keeping busy - BUT this morning, it's about sitting and doing the mundane; cleaning and preparing and finding these tasks to be priority, making lighter those things on your heart that sit like an unwanted guest.  Turn up the bitters to finish Spring rites of cleaning and cleansing, including your blood, your mind - YOUR ROOM!
     So today, with a myriad of tasks I could do, things happening and projects undone - I KIZZY- "stay put". And it would be then I'd receive an all important call that "the gates are officially opening at Congo Square, NOLA" and its name will FINALLY be on the books" - Sounds like THUNDER to me!

Musical dedication:  Donald Byrd - "A New Perspective"  
Muse: Ella Fitzgerald
Listen: WWOZ 90.7fm Every Sunday, 8p-10p Spirits of Congo Square w/Eugene Thomas aka Baba Geno

Friday, April 15, 2011

wee hOUR work: bursting out the blocks!

AT TOP SPEED - my performance best is wee-hour work!
"from burnin' the midnite oil to turnin' the mornin soil"

#wRiteOn ...Started running track at a tender age-- at school meet playgrounds, Parks and Rec grass areas, upon gravel and rocks at Highschool meets, to  College track courses and out-of-the way field/forest areas of the burbs and valleys; but  in a minute, I'd accept many-a-challenge "to race"- many a times down the streets of 26th avenue, and or Courtland in Oakland; my Brothers and I were "those track kids". Then, WE aspired to be in the Olympics by "1980" and Jessie OwensEdwin MosesReynaldo NehemiahEvelyn Ashford, Florence Griffith [iba'e] were our [s]heroes - and my Manzanita Dragon spirit ushered by Miss Peggy Loughlin, saw promise in me as a sprinter/ middle distance runner and she was right-- got records on the books to prove it!

      I was quickly recruited to train for competition in sanctioned meets under the aegis of Ellis Jones - "train don't strain or you won't stand the pain". In my powder blue & gold with elder track Sisters, I participated in the beginnings of the newly organized AAU sanctioned meets - the highlight for me was running on the same track as Olympic legend  400m hurdler Edwin Moses at the San Francisco's Cow Palace; I ran like a wild banshee, baton-twirlin', eyes-bucked and no form. [lol]  My track team would ultimately transcend a track hub-black and silver like our beloved Oakland Raiders of the 70's-80's, and coach Ellis Jones had passed the baton to Ken Yamada to form the 1980 Track Club and we were "mob deep" and I was a proud founding member. Coach Ken was a Man who's commitment was long and whose dedication was deep - I mean he would take us ALL home in that gray van from the west to the north, back-track to the east to the south - and he knew everybody's Mama, Daddy, Auntie or Grandmother. With staunch parent support, we traveled to places all throughout Cali, to Arizona, Utah, New Mexico - Eugene Oregon, some went to Canada, others made the Olympic trials...for me it would prove to be my training grounds for building character, developing leadership and organizing.

     YES!  I ran track for over 17 years,  was even  encouraged to run independent in College in the residue of  "Track City" hey day of San Jose State - where the iconic "raise your fist" went down in history  to  UPhold my civil rights - yup, I'm talkin' about that historic event at the '68 Mexico City Olympics. And now bestowed with honorary doctorates, a bronze statue  permanently stands in "Sculpture Garden" at SJSU in honor of my martyr/mentors Tommie Smith and John Carlos...Rite on!

BUT, I desired to DANCE! and to many of my coaches and track friends' dismay,
I crossed trained anyway!

FIRST MOVEMENT ACCOUNT: According to my Mom's testimony, it would be in her WOMB that she'd endure the long distance feat of weathering young Motherhood, and the restless 1st child Spirit in her womb committing her to bed rest for 9 months - I hail UP that first DRUM, as it notated ancient cellular memory cultivates cosmic rhythms while choreographing a divine DANCE legacy that embodies "a deep pact with my Ancestors" -rite Chief Teish?! [wink]