Rhythms: An Elegy to My Father

After experiencing my first West African Drumming Circle with Leah Ivory two months ago, I planned to write about the rhythm of life for my next post. I planned to wax philosophic about how the universe has a heartbeat and blah-blah-blah. But, I couldn't write it. I was flying to Texas the next day to visit my father who had been struggling for two months with a mysterious illness leaving him weak, unable to eat or drink--or even swallow. The team at MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston weren't able to diagnosis his ailment, but found some treatment in steroids, so he was released to a rehab center where he might at least become stronger. Upon seeing my normally robust football-player-and-c

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