I sit in my ancestral backyard atop sturdy concrete forged by blood and full of love seeping from the very dirt beneath it.
The kiss of ancestors blows through my beloved locks of purple that twist and dance beautifully in the afternoon sun.
I release a sense of time and trade it for introspection and reflection.
The smell of a crisping garden assures me I am safe and loved. The sky’s clouds above show me there are many paths to be taken in these lifetimes of ours, much more is to come but as chaotic as it may seem at glance, we must follow the brush strokes start to finish to get that aerial perspective but to also discover with innocent wonder.
I create and cultivate my own inner peace through simplicity, determination, love, and balance.
I cherish the moments of mundane for I know they are fleeting.
I hold close in my heart the memories of a never forgotten past and especially with those whom have passed on. Those whom have shaped me and helped feather my wings with light and love. No matter how far and high you fly, your roots are forever apart of you. They are the base of your wings, should you clip them… you clip your own flight.
Trust the divine process my darling loves.
