Showing posts with label Sanya Sinclair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sanya Sinclair. Show all posts

Monday, March 10, 2014

a DEEP SUBTLE feeling

Sanya SinclairDec. 22, 2012
Sanya Sinclair

There is a deep and powerful glory in the bodies of African women that shudders against the grain of beauty standards held by the fashion industry and the Puritan ethic shouting aloud against the natural pull towards what that glory and revelation is to a man's body, sense of self, and the definition of manhood attracted by the sexual and sensual powers She offers. A woman's body always demands something. If it isn't the best of a man asked for what should a man do and what should a man not do? - Gregory E.Woods 3.14.13

the divinity, the powers & the responsibility...



Monday, November 18, 2013

The Songs 'SHE' Wrote


MAGIC is Powerful


"Strong stories we've told. The songs we've heard implied by the women pulling us towards them are strummed, it is said, or sung without words, meant without malice, and accomplished without effort. Our training, what we believe, and what we feel entitled to determine how we survive the onslaught of sensations. Being a man, a strong man is an achievement. The right woman makes it possible to be a good man, a great man, and the right man for the times!" - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 3.14.13


taken from the gallery of
 Sanya Sinclair
on Dec. 15, 2012
a DREAM


Saturday, September 14, 2013

THE DIVINE SOURCE

"Where one goes from here with the questions for the right answer is the one with the gift of the proverbial kiss to awaken the princess lost under a curse by an old woman jealous of youth and power. Squandered youth becomes the rage of age, old age. - Dawn Wolf 3.14.13

photo from gallery of Sanya Sinclair




Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

CELEBRATION of sepia

gallery of Sanya Sinclair



BLACK ASS

A Black woman’s ass is the asset that capsized the ships of many a European man. His fall for the body of African women changed the course of their history and altered the history of others around the globe. For every vision in fashion for white women was the vision their men had of African women’s bodies, principally their large round bottoms, and the shape of their bodies long revered as the form of Godliness, and the shape of the Mother.

So highly esteemed is the Goddess campaigns to woe her have fallen, out of weakness, into coarse elements for lack of eloquence, and style. It is not only men who've lost the way to critique themselves introspectively, and failed to provide a living space for the Goddess women have failed to grasp the significance of who she is in the struggles for survival. As a spiritual focus tool an African woman’s naked body is sufficient under the tutelage of an Elder.

It is spiritual work to raise the conscious level of men and women and the tools are as varied as the needs for validation. – Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories 1.13.12








Sunday, January 13, 2013

A PRAYER SONG






SALMON MEDICINE


"Be like the salmon. Unlike most fish they have no problem swimming across the currents. They don't always go with the flow. Sure you will have to face bears in your life but the best way to be is to be yourself. Don't go with the flow like the multitude of people. Swim against the currents and be yourself. Refuse to be anyone else but you." - Bear Warrior 

Easier said than done. Most people have accepted the Lamb as their totem, or the herded Cattle as their power animal. Giving up the power animals they were born with was the giving up of the ghost. Giving any advice to the contrary of the nature of the Lamb keeps the populace herded. Only their thoughts have hope. Their hearts have fear, and their bodies cannot move outside of the flow of the multitude, or the vast range of their fears of living. This paradox makes the hope of becoming one's self, one's true self an impossible wish, a wish that one had done something with their lives.

When on their death beds thinking about their lives their Medicines come back to them, their power animals return with sadness in their hearts. Their eyes full of tears they ask their host why they were sent away.

People chose this way to live, and the herders chose to lead them astray. – Dawn Wolf





Gallery of Sanya Sinclair