final Black August thoughts

greetings beautiful revolutionary souls

so its been a few weeks since i've returned from europe and still attempting to adjust at home. the more i tour the more this concept of home feels like a warm visit and home is out there. out there is yet to be defined but its definitely familiar. its more than a travel bug, an itch, a phase. its a slow gradual recognition of seeing self. me. strange how you see you when you aren't defined by what you do, have or belong to.
i think the doors had it wrong, people aren't strange when you're a stranger, nor are they strange to you. people are invisible to your existence and you are strange to you. if that makes sense. so my purpose for this post.
ok black august was great. the 13th to the 1st of sept was lovely travels through switzerland and getting to know new family in Heiden, Germany.
Returning to Berlin to knock out a few shows before flying back to NYC.
fasting was a bit harder this year but much more rewarding. everywhere i went i was offered food and drinks and to have a conversation about why i couldn't eat or drink was political meetings in itself.

why are you fasting, are you Muslim, is it for Ramadan? - no its for Black August, but its practices and some principles are similar.
whats black august, i never heard of it? - its a month to commemorate our U.S. but hopefully international political prisoners and the black liberation struggle.
what do you do for black august? fast from sun up to sun down, exercise, read and lots of political education (George Jackson)[current read is Plantation Memories by Grada (germany)], refrain from loud and rude behavior, meditate, practice self discipline, no drinking or smoking... things like that.
and the question that was the most difficult.
how many people practice this? - well unfortunately, not as many i'd hope.

searching for brothers and sisters, comrades to breakfast with is the most challenging. its difficult when you are alone, in a foreign land practicing and undergoing this process. imagine how difficult it is when you are home and feel alone because its not a practice that is common, recognized or in some cases even heard of. i extend to as many stating that practice and principle is important but you can give up what you can, just do something during this month to acknowledge our political prisoners behind concentration camps and enemy lines. and this my friend is the feeling that home becomes more sweepingly like a warm visit.

i am hopeful, i am happy. i am a revolutionary. i am victorious. i am black august.
freedom
spirit