This astonishing novel takes us on a journey along the river of one family's history, carving a course across two centuries and three continents, from ancient Africa into today's America. Here, through the lives of Mother Africa's many daughters, we come to understand the real meaning of roots: the captive Proud Mary, who has been savagely punished for refusing to relinquish her child to slavery; Earlene, who witnesses her father's murder at the hands of the Ku Klux Klan; Big Momma, a modern-day matriarch who can make a woman of a girl; proud and sassy Cinnamon Brown, whose wild abandon hides a bitter loss; and smart, ambitious Alma, who is torn between the love of a man and the song of her soul.
In The River Where Blood Is Born, the seen and unseen worlds are seamlessly joined--the spirit realms where the great river goddess and ancestor mothers watch over the lives of their descendants, both the living and those not yet born. Stringing beads of destiny, they work to lead one daughter back to her source. But what must Alma sacrifice to honor the River Mother's call?
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|Title of eBook: The River Where Blood Is Born|
|Release Date: 07-08-2009|
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|Publisher: One World|
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The River Where Blood Is Born
Even now in the hereafter, I still savor the taste of something sweet. I
offer no excuse for myself. In mortal life the elders warned that if I
habitually raided hives, I would come to know bee sting. That if I
wallowed so much in sweetness, I would find it difficult to endure in
times of want.
But you know the proverb. Too much advice is no advice. My discipline was
lax and I overindulged, mouth relaxing open to the nectar of wildflowers,
the sap of sun-ripened fruits. I enjoyed the tang of my husband's honey
long after I had become an elder myself.
It is said that only when a woman passes childbearing, does she come into
her full power. Her menses, no longer spent monthly, returns to nourish
its host. Her womb closes onto itself like a cowrie shell, a shrine no man
is meant to enter. But I was my husband's only wife. How could I deny him
conjugal bliss in his old age? How could I deny myself?
And here I stand, Gatekeeper of the Great Beyond. There are no men in this
village, there have never been. It is a thing we never thought to
question. We are spirit workers, women who have transcended life's earthly
But at times I find myself seized by longings I thought lost in the body I
left behind. The memory of hard hands at the curve of my back. The
surrender of self to the sweetness of flesh. There is a very thin line
between wish and prayer; taboos may be broken in spirit, as well as the
flesh. It is on account of such indiscretion that we may all be punished.
The moment which would disrupt our way of life and forever trouble the
surface of our tranquil waters happens as I tak...