From out of the mouths of babes or something like that

“I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.”

Bruce Lee

I had the occassion to hold a joy this afternoon while listen to some Nyahbinghi drumming just before lunch.  The drum sound is always quite soothing even as there are as many different voices in the music as there are musicians to play.  It's even more pleasing when I get to hear the youth playing.  Even in their innocence, or maybe especially because of, the nyahcongo rythms still ring with rich spirit and proud power.  To be able to tap those deeply rooted currents is a gift at their age.  A most precious gift.

One young brethren in particular was the inspiration for my elation today.  I haven't known him very long and of that fewer still are the moments we've reasoned at length.  Still to say that this brethren holds a wealth of joy each and everytime I see him would be an understatement.  Watching and listening to him playing today, seeing how effortlessly he controlled the rythm was just the right amount of spice my lunch needed.  It was like watching my own little brother growing into a master technician right before my eyes.

It takes a special meditation as we get older to hold onto the masteries we have been given or acquired.  The current state of the world leaves so little time to concentrate so heart fully on some of the more spiritual and authentic pursuits in life.  What with trying to simply put food on the table.  Worse still for those unemployed and underemployed.  But how wonderful it would be, how empowering if we could all hold onto a piece of that intensly spiritual meditation everyday.  Full mastery of our elemental natures.  To launch your spirit, soaring into the startosphere to comingle with brethren and sistren across the world.  A spiritual "Hands Acroos the Globe."

Not to sidetrack, but I felt the same gush of pride and elation on watching my oldest performing on stage for the very first time.  She has such natural ability for so many things, yet her focus and respect for the patience of her craft unveils more than pure raw talent.

These moments, moments spent in awesome appreciation for the simple sacrifices these children exercise, quickens my heart and strengthens my resolve.  It causes me to wonder had I ever given others occassion to feel as proudly.  Maybe holding these banners and charters as I do, banners and charters for love and freedom, justice, redeption and repatriation, I still do.  Keep beating those drums, keep sharing your voice and your passions.  Keep kicking down those walls.