04/08/2025
All is one Reflections.
This weekend reminded me of how deeply we are nourished by connections to family, to spirit, to rhythm, and to nature. I spent time at the beach with one of my best friends and my godchild. We laughed, rested, and let the water hold and heal us.
I also attend a line dancing convention with my dad and some of his close friends. Dancing with the elders was a special kind of joy.
A line dancing convention might not seem especially spiritual. But watching our elders move in sync, laughing, keeping rhythm together, telling stories through motion⌠thatâs ancestral technology. Thatâs culture. It made me reflect on how African communal dance forms were never just for fun; they were for healing, communication, memory, and unity. Weâve always danced in circles, in rows, in lines. In formation. In rhythm with one another. That energy is still alive in us.
And then the beach, my temple. Every time I touch that water, it feels like a baptism. A homecoming. I prayed. I made offerings. I called on the Orisa in the places where they live in nature; in the waves, the salt, the shells, the breeze.
You can do the work anywhere, yes. But there is something sacred, ancient and exact about meeting spirit where our ancestors first felt them. Thatâs not superstition; thatâs alignment. Thatâs memory.
Whether Iâm on the shoreline or in a dance hall with my fatherâs generation, Iâm gathering, learning and honoring something.
Have you foundm found deep connection to your people or your spirituality in unexpected places ?
