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Scraping the Smolder: The Kuumba Response

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  Scraping the Smolder: The Kuumba Response https://www.spreaker.com/episode/scraping-the-smolder-the-kuumba-response--72113846 When the roof is on fire and the smoke is thick, the absolute worst thing you can do is pull up a chair and start analyzing the chemical makeup of the flames. Yet, how often do we do exactly that with our lives? Today, on this double Kuumba day, we are challenging the urge to intellectualize our pain. We often sit in the ashes of our communities and our spirits, debating why we are hurting instead of moving into the rescue. Creativity isn't just about building something new; sometimes, the most profound act of Kuumba is taking a chisel to the charred wood of your life and scraping away the buildup. It is about removing the illusions and dropping the dead weight that the world has convinced you to carry. The river clears itself only when it stops trying to hold onto the mud. Reflection Questions: What obvious damage in your life are you currently over-anal...
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Head Spin- the rise of Oxywater.

Hahny (Skyliners, Germany) performing a headsp...Image via Wikipedia

Here is a poem written by one of my brothers. he sent it to me and I thought I would share. he is releasing a new product called OXYWATER. It is a powerful drink and you will hear more about it on the Journey.The best part it is good for you and good tasting a rare mix in the bottled water industry. So check out his work. By the way if enough readers comment I might be able to talk him into sending out some samples. Cause you know it gets hot on the Journey.

Head Spin

At times my mind churns and turns,
spinning my thoughts into butter.

I am anxious to see what my heart may feel,
excited, so delighted by the thoughts of the meal.

Seduction happens in a clever way
when I can't express the words I should say.

Redemption happens where truth is summoned,
the reckoning shall cast away the shame.

The mind bends, the eyes shutter, the ears deafen,
my mouth stutters.
My mind spins my thoughts to butter.

I am delighted by thoughts of the meal.

Preston J. Harrison
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  1. UnknownMarch 9, 2011 at 8:29 AM

    Thank you brother! That image it's very accurate in capturing the feeling around the company lately. Preston.

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