Today was a day of deep contemplation, grief, and witnessing.
I walked the perimeter of Bluff Lake Rd. at Noxubee, something I never do. And within that walk Spirit revealed many things to me.
The road seemed long at times, I played The Blind Boys of Alabama, and the music worked with Spirit, in tandem with the Ancestors, and the DIvine Love of God to send a message to me for survival.
When Spirit speaks I listen. But to know its arrival, requires stillness. The griever in touch with Nature is an enigmatic soul to non-grievers. They wonder why they avoid social gatherings that are not required for their job or promotion. They wonder why they don’t seek human connection. It is because in Nature there is a stillness that is missing from the fracas of human connection. The frenetic, often inauthentic energy from fellow humans is not a investment the griever is willing to provide.
Freedom’s Road”
Ain’t gonna let nobody, turn me round, Lord,
Turn me round, turn me round,
Ain’t gonna let nobody, turn me round,
I just keep on a-walkin’, keep on a-talkin’,
Marching up on freedom land.
Ain’t gonna let no jailhouse, turn me round,
Turn me round, turn me round,
Ain’t gonna let no jailhouse, turn me round,
Oh, I, keep on a-walkin’, keep on a-talkin’,
Marching on to freedom land.
I can’t let segregation, turn me round,
Turn me round, turn me round,
Ain’t gonna let segregation, turn me round,
I’m gonna keep on a-walkin’, keep on a-talkin’,
Marching on to freedom land.
Bird Lady of Turtle Island 