A Love Supreme - Learning from the Elders

Acknowledgement - A Love Supreme

There has been a flood of conversation about black people and our apparent ineptness in romantic relationships and marriage. There are countless articles, books, plays by cross dressers, movies by cross dressers, news specials, blogs and radio shows about the same. A cacophony of single ladies is usually featured around a self described expert on black love and relationships. Despite all the cross-country book tours, photoshopped e-harmony photos, and revolutionary but gangsta man-bashing, none of it has seemed to solve the problem.

Meanwhile a whole bunch of people are making money off of our collective misery.

Nope. Don’t look at me. I don’t have an answer either. All I do know is that all of these so-called conversations are devoid of love.

None of it feels right. The talk is full of bitterness, anxiety, bizarre expectations, materialism and superficial status chasing.

Let’s be honest here.

Are we chasing after love – or something else?

Far too many of us have never bore witness to love in our own families, let alone in our individual lives, so how can we chase after something that we wouldn’t even recognize?

I rarely get personal in my pieces, but if what I experience in my life qualifies as love, then it is a beautiful messy thing. It’s a drink that releases inhibitions and makes you warm on the inside. Drink too much, or too quickly and you suddenly find yourself on your ass and sick to your stomach. The whole world spins around you while you pour out your insides vowing to never do this again.

But of course you will.

Over time you learn your tolerance and find out what you enjoy most. Can we get it now? Can we accept that it’s okay to sip the love potion? Will we understand that it all starts out with acknowledgement?

To borrow a theme from James Cameron’s Avatar, we have to see each other. A Love Supreme is found in our acceptance of ourselves and others for who we are at our core rather than the adornments that have more to do with flesh than spirit.

I see you. I see the hurt. I see the need for companionship. I see the desire for trust. I see you wanting to be swept off of your feet that have grown calloused and indifferent. I see you wanting to be trusted. I see you wanting to be understood and accepted. I see you hoping to someday be given the benefit of the doubt. I see you wanting someone to be on your team for once. I see you wanting to be selfishly and reciprocally in love. I see you wanting to give love to someone who is willing to receive it. I see all of you.

And I'm sure there are others that see that too. But I also see that love requires vulnerability and hope. It requires acknowledging that none of us are without scars. None of us are without memories we sometimes say we would rather forget. Certainly, I am no different. Love can be bittersweet - but to experience it with others must make it all the more worthwhile.

Thank you John Coltrane. Ashe’

The Meaning of July Fourth for the Negro

July Fourth has always had many meanings for me. It evokes memories of barbecues, reggae music, firecrackers and sparklers, and family. It conjures up memories of being on my father's shoulders at the African Street Festival, (now the International African Arts Festival) and seeing beautiful black folks selling their wares to the sound of jembe drums.

The red, white, and blue flags were entirely alien to my experience. I didn't connect July 4th to celebrating a nation that endorsed the Gulf War. I didn't see myself smiling with the cherry cheeked children in front of Macy's. Young as I was, I knew intuitively that we were not celebrating the same things.

I reflect on all these experiences today and ask Frederick Douglass' question again. What is the meaning of July 4th to the Negro?

Does it mean something different now that we have an African American president? Is the holiday somehow more meaningful in what some call a "post-racial" America?

Interesting that we are at war in the Gulf again...and the Gulf of Mexico.

International African Arts Festival

International African Arts Festival

July 2nd - July 5th.

Commodore Barry Park, Brooklyn, NY

www.iaafestival.org

Arts, Music, Performances, Clothing, Food, Unique handmade jewelry and beautiful black folks from throughout the diaspora.