Nyabinghi drums sound in the morning. Frank insence and myrh waft through the air with ital stew. Sage cleansing, loud debates on life ensue. Dad was always painting, mom sewing. I dreamt of flying over the sea in the rocking chair that sat on the porch.
One day I asked "if god made man, who made god?" My father informed me that no man has ever looked upon the face of god, and that it is a lifetime journey beyond our comprehension as mere mortals. He assured me that I will understand in time. I have no memory of this. I was 2-3 years of age when these questions began.
Synopsis: I was born in St. Thomas USVI. My parents were arts/crafts, agricultural, creative people. They always valued freedom of thought, valuing knowledge and the pursuit of truth, living an honest, natural lifestyle in accordance with universal law. Overtime I've grown to find the world did not have the same values.