When I packed my car in 2021 after Zorra passed away (July 4th) I did so thinking Id be gone for a few weeks or a month at most however, Id be lying to my gut if I didnt awknowledge that there was an intutive notion that a tranformational experience was about to be had. In true GOD fashion it was EVERYTHING & ANYTHING but what I could have possibly fantasied it would be. As I have typed before, I was gone for 7mths and had journeyed through Spiritual Warfare. The enduring question of "do I belong in this world?" A part of my feels, knows, that if I put all my things into storage and jump over the Ocean on a way one ticket that... I mean, who knows- I could be back in a few weeks or... well, the unknown possiblities are palpable.

Aside from my Flamenco and Dancehall/Afrobeat classes Ive taken on Sabar. Last night, I danced for 3 1/2hrs at Millenium. Some of the other dancers pushed me to take the more advanced Afro/Hip Hop after Dancehall. God damn it was a sweaty party the whole time. Not only did I make it through with energy to spare I picked up the whole routine. Not to perfection of course but I was so proud of myself and left beaming. I think the full body marathon of Sabar helped my endurance and sharpend my movements.

One last note: Ive been really enjoying the discovery and listening to Zambra. A form of Flamenco direct from the Moors. Ugh the mystical vibes it brings.

…La Tana by the Queen of the Gypsies, Carmen Amaya was my introduction to Zambra.

A song I learned for class. Ole.