thoughts of women drumming…

eighteen women, hands pounding hearts rhythms.

the celebration centered around the birthday of one of them born 80 years ago. she told of her life sharecropping, of an integrated farming community, of the ignorance and violence of those who perceived the threat of peaceful coexistence. she quietly spoke of her years marching and serving and raising many children and the joys of her grandchildren and great grandchildren. she towered over me when she embraced me as if i were a necessary and welcome part of her life. this regal woman i knew nothing of until i entered the drumming circle.

awhile back, westlin wind asked what grace meant. grace is sue angry.
and the others…
and the shine in kate’s eyes as she nestled on the floor in the center of the safety of women…
and my computer damaged hands relaxing into the beat…

the night was full of love, sorrow, humor and ceremony, but it was all so easy and natural, that it hardly seems worth mentioning.

all that counted was the beat of their drums in the night.

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