A Conversation with the Elements

 
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T.R.I.B.E. Newsletter –
February 6, 2014

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Dear T.R.I.B.E. Friends,
 
             If you are in New York, where we are at present, you know that we are experiencing a dramatic weather conversation with Mother Earth and the Universe beyond. There was one day of lovely fluffy snow, a second waiting day, followed by a day of rain/ice/slush. We are told this will soon be turning into a deep freeze, so the rain, ice/slush will create a great big ice covering all over the city. This kind of dramatic change is hard to ignore. It is happening in real time. The minute we walk out the front door, we are in a conversation with the elements. It is immediate and insistent and undeniable.
 
             Some ideas are great ideas, but aren’t formed. They live in the abstract, and in the realm of the possible. They are a little like the weather forecast that says it “might” do something.  Other dreams are realized, are formed and whether they are happening this second or not…they ARE.
                           
T.R.I.B.E. IS. 
 
              T.R.I.B.E. exists, it has shown us in so many different ways how deeply it can touch us, how far we can soar on the inspiration of a line of poetry or prose, how deeply we can reflect upon a nuance in the actor’s rendering of a monologue or a scene, and how thrilling the act of creation can be in real time through the dripping of paint on a canvas, or the playing of a violin or flute in juxtaposition with a wisdom talk.  We have seen and participated in transformation together and we know that this is a gift we are poised to share with others.
 
             We are taking a break from our weekly gatherings to build the foundation upon which T.R.I.B.E. will be able to rest, and on top of which we know it will expand to serve many. During this time of active creation, we send you love and  inspiration to create.  We remind you that you contain an artist inside of you. 
Please continue to feed that inner artist, to keep in touch with us, and to allow your ideas to become a part of the foundational walls we are building.
 
             We would love it if those of you who have taken part in the building of the magic so far would write a small or large or short or long piece or poem or play telling us what T.R.I.B.E. means to you.  We will not only be thrilled but will compile all of these creations in a book.
 
             We are documenting:) Let us hear your beautiful voice.
 
The weather IS.
T.R.I.B.E. IS
The future of both is assured.
 
Sending love,
Jane
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Stay Tuned for the Future of T.R.I.B.E.

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Dear T.R.I.B.E.
You have no idea how much it means to us that you are out there. 
I am taking to YOU…if you opened this newsletter, and are reading it.
Why?  Well you see, the fact that you are out there means that there is some group of people who are listening to the emergence – with us- at the deepest level of a collective call to heal and transform the planet through the wonder of CREATIVITY and the ARTS and Spirit, and SACRED SERVICE  and community..
We love hearing from you. We love knowing you are out there.
 
The idea of T.R.I.B.E. is to create a place- A MOVABLE FEAST IF YOU WILL-  where we can connect through depth teachings and the ARTS to our Oneness and to a purpose that is beneficial to the world around us.
These last three months have shown us that T.R.I.B.E. is real, it is of value and that it will continue.
 
Think about it this way: We have done the showcase version of T.R.I.B.E., and it was a wild success.
Now we need to go back to the drawing board and figure out how to sustain a “run”. 
 
Honestly, we need to raise funds, I need a rest, and our creative team needs to gather on one coast or another (or both- Skype!!) , to plot out our next phases. 
You may want to check into our website at Tribealive.org, or our Facebook page TRIBE, to catch the thread of our development..
We will also be convening in Southern CA, and we will let you know about that and about our next nyc gathering.
The idea is to get a good video presence going so you will be able to be part of the process as it develops.
 
I am gonna take a class in computer graphic and web design.
i want to be able to play with color and video and communication…MYSELF!! 
You may continue to support us by clicking the DONATE button on the newsletter and website. Pretty soon I will be uploading content in the form of video messages and other cool inspirational things.
 
I will be keeping you posted in the newsletter, so that you know what we are planning, but PLEASE give us a shout out and let us know what YOU are doing too, ok?
Tell us about your spiritual path, your artistic pursuits, your dreams, your disappointments, your triumphs and your plans.
 
And when we meet again…which won’t be too long from now, we will be really excited to see how all of that is developing.
 
You are appreciated..
You are loved.
You are a gift to the world...
 
Peace/out,
Jane  (and the creative team of T.R.I.B.E.)
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Harlem On My Mind

 

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Dear T.R.I.B.E.,
 
             What an adventure it has been! In a little over three months, we have created a miracle together at Raw Space Gallery. Our work has been deep and fun and focused and celebratory, inspiring, educational, transcendent and immanent and well simply, amazing. We are living a model of something that frankly, others are talking about thinking about.  It is thrilling to have shared this time of creation with you.
 
             My desire has always been to share with people, who are not actors, the immersive experience of oneness that working on a play or film creates for the cast members. I believe that the liminal zone in which we create, and from which we retrieve the archetypes and understandings of the characters we have been entrusted to play is “the place where you and I are one.”  That is the simple wish that has undergirded all of this schooling and community building and organizational wrangling in which I have engaged for years now. Simply:  I want to create a LIVED experience of the oneness that is the reality of our existence, so that people who may never darken the doorway of a church will be able to access God, community and life more abundant, AND that they may take what they receive from that experience into the world to make it a better place.
 
             T.R.I.B.E. embodies that dream, and so much more! It works, we know it, and now it needs infrastructure, classes, a bibliography. To develop these takes time and the ability to hang out in the invisible for awhile. And I really, really, REALLY need a break.
 
             This coming Sunday at 11 a.m. at Raw Space Gallery in Harlem, we will be spending a couple of hours together as always. We encourage you to bring some food and thoughts to share.  Be prepared to set an intention for these next weeks and months while we allow the idea to find legs. Our goal is to meet once a month in NYC, eventually once a month in Southern California as well, and to share our wonderful idea with many people beyond the two coasts.
 
             I will be moving back to Southern CA, and ideally travelling eastward once a month when we begin the new schedule. We will continue to send the newsletter, perhaps a bit less frequently, but regularly. We are honestly humbled by the interest in and support for this new idea from many, in so many different places! We especially want to thank our friends at Raw Space, for opening a door into the rich Harlem community for us. We thank Rev. Bob Brashear and the folks at West Park for similar hospitality for an earlier incarnation.
And we thank YOU. Without you, we would not “be”.
 
             Looking forward to seeing you this Sunday, the last Sunday in the first month of 2014, to share some rich fellowship, to be inspired and to call forth the future.  Raw Space Gallery is on Adam Clayton Powell Blvd between 121st and 122nd St in Harlem, U.S.A.
See you there Sunday.
 
With love and deep appreciation for the journey so far,
 
Jane
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Symphony of Possibility

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Dear T.R.I.B.E.,
 
SUNDAY Jan.12, 2014:
 

Bring your own music, poem, art piece, dance. Bring your brightest color, darkest fear, loudest expression, smallest hushed secret desire. YOU will be a strong note, a bright star –  the music of a this new year-the symphony of POSSIBILITY.
 

THIS SUNDAY we will film you, we will sing you, you will sing it, we sing a city into the new year together.
 
Caraid O’Brien-   Praise Poet, Conjurer, Mother, Mystic
Jane Galloway-   Actor, Alchemist, Shapeshifter, Message 
Greg Halpen-      Mixmaster, Maker of Magic Melody
David Piazza-      Babaji , Dancer of the Liminal, Singer, Actor
Rosie Hertlein     Violinist, Incanter of the notes in-between the scale
 
YOU –      ____________________________________                                                                                                              
 
THIS SUNDAY JANUARY 12, 2014  11:00 a.m. 
RAW SPACE GALLERY HARLEM, NY
 
Please donate.  Our costs include –
 
$345.00    One Sunday’s rent
$175.00    One Sunday’s music
$125.00    Admin
 

 For inspiration, take a look at NYC’s Youth Poet Ramya Ramana wonderful offering at the freezing cold swearing in of mayor Bill de Blasio.
 
See you at Raw Space.
Happy happy New Year
 
Jane
 
New York City: Dedicated to Mayor Bill De Blasio
by Ramya Ramana
 
A constellated skyscraper, moving gracefully to jazz beat,
Finding the Gil Scott Heron in her footwork.
Gripping the street lights like an eclipse of hymnals.
This, is home.
The lost voices, the heart’s devotion to beat and pulse, slow dancing kernels.
Home to hustle. Home to work hard, dream harder.
Home to move in silence- let success shatter the glass of hostage echoes.
New York City- not lights, not Broadway, not time square,
It is single mother donating her last meals worth of money to church-
It is the faith in the heart that makes a dead dream worth resurrecting.
It is coffee colored children playing hopscotch on what is left of a sidewalk.
It is chalk outlined, colonized map on a street as dark as the bones of the dead.
This, we call holy. This we call tough skin. Thick boned.
This is New York.
We will no longer stay silent to this classism.
No more brownstones and brown skin playing tug of war with the pregnant air
Hovering over them like an aura of lost children.
No more colored boy robbed off their innocence.
This city- always will be the foundation of this country.
We are root. We are backbone. We brown, we black, we yellow, we white, we young;
We collage of creatures stomping to be reminded of the mammal in us.
We, chance. We deserve. Us opportunity.
Us New Mayor. Us New beginning like dancing cocoons.
Us hope. Us fight. Us happen. Us love us some good human.
Us happy. We happy. We happy with change- it is a constant baptism to remind us of our holy.
We welcome. We family.
We, congratulate Mayor Bill De Blasio.
We are so very honored and pleased to have you.
And the congregation says, “Amen!”


 

 

Remembering the Dance AND the Reason for It

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Check out our brand new website!!! 

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Dear friends,

          I don’t like the idea of defining myself by what I am not.  “Spiritual but not religious” is a term that is thrown around by people who still see religion as a set of rules and the “norm” of the masses. I don’t relate to the description at all. It feels dismissive of religion as a whole when in fact, it is the institutions and doctrines that aren’t working, not religion!

          People are religious about many things, even if they don’t go to church. They are religious about their workout at the gym, or their Sunday ritual of stopping at Dunkin’ Donuts. They are religious about saving money for retirement, or going to the same coffee place and ordering the same coffee drink, in taking the same daily route to work across the park or even about a daily meditation or journal writing.
 
          In that sense, religion just means faithful or committed to something. People need ritual, and we seek it out. It anchors us, it orients us, it touches a deeper part of ourselves that operates from the reptilian brain.

          People have fled religious denominations in droves, not because they don’t need ritual, or religion, but because a social construct that is frequently homophobic or ethnocentric or downright racist isn’t one in which they can find meaning.  And Meaning is the issue. People are still seeking deeper meaning, and inspiration, and connection to their Source and to other people. It is part of us. And the secular rituals, lecture series, meet up groups, and brunches that have replaced what people used to do in church, are not quite making it.

          This is why T.R.I.B.E. exists. It is an attempt to cultivate the universal language of ART into a spiritual AND religious but not institutional search for meaning, in a community context. You don’t have to speak the same language to cry at a piece of music together, or to consciously create a group art piece.  And taking a stand for the issues that matter requires us to discover a language of gathering that connects and unifies our world, not that divides it.

          T.R.I.B.E. is the place where we can connect the dots at the deepest level of our being, and it propels us to be purposeful in making significant contributions to our world. T.R.I.B.E. gives voice to the voiceless, rhythm to the week and healing for a world that has remembered the dance but forgotten the reason for it.  New York City is the place where big new ideas come to be made.  This is the moment for T.R.I.B.E. NYC is the place.  And as the songs tells us, If we can make it here, we can make it anywhere, and we will.
 
         This is the season of miracles; the time of year when we celebrate the most unlikely births, in the least expected conditions. But unlike those, some births will simply not take place without financial support and backing.
 
          Let us together, birth this thing called T.R.I.B.E.

          Happy winter solstice, inner time of renewal, lights inside on a green tree, baby in a manger, hope in a mystery, promise of renewed life more abundant.

          Send me an email, tell me what matters to you and what is waiting to be born, in you, as you, through you.

Religiously yours,
Remembering the reason…
Jane

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Singing For Our Lives

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Dear Friends,               

Madiba, Nelson Mandela, left the physical body on Dec. 5, 2013, and in so doing began a process of expanding his soul force through the ancestral realm, and into the hearts, and psyches of the world.  The transition of this spiritual giant continues to be observed in South Africa through traditional art, dance, music, drumming, through solemn processions and moments of silence, through a combination of tribal ritual and state honoring. At a concert, musicians, poets, children, and the grateful people of South Africa processed their own feelings and blessed Madiba, calling forth a collective courage for the next phase of life. The musicians from South Africa and around the world sang in a way that feels like singing to save their lives.                As long as Madiba was alive, there was a feeling of safety. The memory of apartheid’s brutal past is not yet far from the consciousness of many, however. The music is an incantation, a calling forth from the invisible of the collective power of the revolution. There is nothing frivolous about any of the performances or observances. It is all done with great deliberateness. It reminds us that ART is a path. ART leads us to the realm of the ancestors, to the Kingdom of G-d, to the river that sustains all life.                One young singer from a group named ‘Time for Africa’ sang: “Remember! There was a time when no one could speak. There was a time when only the brave would speak. We are one, all people are one, White, Black, Brown, we are one.” Another woman shared that she is feeling hurt by Madiba’s passing. She remembers being jailed with two young children at home because she did not have her “paper” one day.                 I heard an interview with Zeleni Mkiva, who served as Madiba’s “Praise Singer”, from the time he left prison until his transition. This young man blends fierce tribal dialect with English evocations of Spirit.  Dressed in tribal attire, he evoked the ancestors and cleared the energetic way for Nelson Mandela before he spoke. He accompanied Madiba to his inauguration, and many official gatherings. Madiba mentored him from a young age, as he did so many other artists.                Bono shared that Madiba told him, “If you don’t use your gifts to change the world I will haunt you.” It was funny, but he wasn’t kidding. Madiba knew that artists have the power to save the revolution. Art can be a path that connects us to the ancestral realm, to the deepest connection to our Source where we access the power to become healers of the world and transformers of consciousness.                  If you are interested in following any of the events in South Africa, you may tune in online to eNCA Live. None of this has been on American media. We have seen plenty of gossip and lots of filler “news”. But this coverage is life changing. I would like to encourage you to wonder why we cannot access it on American TV. Why are we being force fed a diet of junk food, when there is a truly transformational process for world peace and unity happening in real time?                This Sunday, we will have an amazing combination of dance, music and fine art, with a depth teaching on the topic of “Creating a container for the birth of consciousness.”  Please join us for our holiday gathering at 11 am at Raw Space Gallery 2031 Adam Clayton Powell Blvd, Harlem, NY.                “Let there be justice for all! Let there be peace for all. Let freedom ring.”  – Nelson Mandela   Yes Madiba. We hear your voice.  We sing your song. Our lives depend on it.   Ashé, Peace, Jane

Zolani Mkiva singing Mandela praises

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T.R.I.B.E.

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Dear Friends,
 
             Madiba, Nelson Mandela, left the physical body on Dec. 5, 2013, and in so doing began a process of expanding his soul force through the ancestral realm, and into the hearts, and psyches of the world.  The transition of this spiritual giant continues to be observed in South Africa through traditional art, dance, music, drumming, through solemn processions and moments of silence, through a combination of tribal ritual and state honoring. At a concert, musicians, poets, children, and the grateful people of South Africa processed their own feelings and blessed Madiba, calling forth a collective courage for the next phase of life. The musicians from South Africa and around the world sang in a way that feels like singing to save their lives.
 
             As long as Madiba was alive, there was a feeling of safety. The memory of apartheid’s brutal past is not yet far from the consciousness of many, however. The music is an incantation, a calling forth from the invisible of the collective power of the revolution. There is nothing frivolous about any of the performances or observances. It is all done with great deliberateness. It reminds us that ART is a path. ART leads us to the realm of the ancestors, to the Kingdom of G-d, to the river that sustains all life.
 
             One young singer from a group named ‘Time for Africa’ sang: “Remember! There was a time when no one could speak. There was a time when only the brave would speak. We are one, all people are one, White, Black, Brown, we are one.” Another woman shared that she is feeling hurt by Madiba’s passing. She remembers being jailed with two young children at home because she did not have her “paper” one day. 
 
             I heard an interview with Zeleni Mkiva, who served as Madiba’s “Praise Singer”, from the time he left prison until his transition. This young man blends fierce tribal dialect with English evocations of Spirit.  Dressed in tribal attire, he evoked the ancestors and cleared the energetic way for Nelson Mandela before he spoke. He accompanied Madiba to his inauguration, and many official gatherings. Madiba mentored him from a young age, as he did so many other artists.
 
             Bono shared that Madiba told him, “If you don’t use your gifts to change the world I will haunt you.” It was funny, but he wasn’t kidding. Madiba knew that artists have the power to save the revolution. Art can be a path that connects us to the ancestral realm, to the deepest connection to our Source where we access the power to become healers of the world and transformers of consciousness. 
 
              If you are interested in following any of the events in South Africa, you may tune in online to eNCA Live. None of this has been on American media. We have seen plenty of gossip and lots of filler “news”. But this coverage is life changing. I would like to encourage you to wonder why we cannot access it on American TV. Why are we being force fed a diet of junk food, when there is a truly transformational process for world peace and unity happening in real time?
 
             This Sunday, we will have an amazing combination of dance, music and fine art, with a depth teaching on the topic of “Creating a container for the birth of consciousness.”  Please join us for our holiday gathering at 11 am at Raw Space Gallery 2031 Adam Clayton Powell Blvd, Harlem, NY.
 
             “Let there be justice for all! Let there be peace for all. Let freedom ring.” 
– Nelson Mandela
 
Yes Madiba. We hear your voice. 
We sing your song.
Our lives depend on it.
 
Ashé,
Peace,
Jane

Zolani Mkiva singing Mandela praises

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