Heal, Tribe

Songs from a Storm

This is what my dreams are made of; my heartsong.

So many of us die with our song unsung.

Thwarted melodies that make up a million drops in an ocean.

These voices sing the song of the storm –

My tears and smiles flow through me like rain-

It is time to awake.

With the mellifluous, entrancing power of the drums, these women, like all of us women, are so sensuous and perfect in our wildness. And together we break the dams.

My wish to all of you tonight is that you sing your heartsong, for we are boundless. Pursue your purpose, it will ravish your soul.