As Black History Month approaches and we find ourselves in this sacred turning of the year, when earthen womb labours in renewal to deliver new breathing DNA.
In the red soils of Alkebulan, tender green shoots break through the ground; yam is harvested, and rains descend to bliss and quench the thirsty land. Caribbean mango tree blossoms open to the sun; sea breezes full with scents of salt and sweetness, the heartbeat rhythm waves reminding us of eternal cycles for dancing.
The natural world gives birth anew, so too our consciousness quickens; accelerating.
Forgotten wisdom rises from ancestral depths.
Seeds of hidden knowledge crack open, pushing forth revelations and awakenings, long prepared for this here moment so. Where, then, shall we turn to drink from this fountain of renewal?
Let’s join this masterclass and gathering. The yam that breaks the living soil is not the stone carved in its image.
The mango ripened in the sun’s embrace cannot be matched by wax without its sweetness.
So too with wisdom, true knowing flows like rivers, while counterfeit mirrors only shimmer, offering thirst without water.
A question is a seed; an answer, the rain; together they awaken the harvest, feeding the soul with insight, renewing the spirit with inner standing, overstanding. Let us gather, to seek and find what is real, to relish the fruit of our awakened knowing.
Omobowale (Child Returns to Arrive Home)
