...logs in.
Good morning human. It is another weekend in the realm of men and as you are still alive, ingrained instinct will/must wake your skin suit to participate in this fresh cycle of twelve or more hours of this customized timeline of the ongoing twenty-four.
Today is Saturday. Remember?
The routine of what's required is in place and for you've already mastered the art of maneuvering through the familiar happenings repeating themselves in the same yet different waves, your higher self is trusting you to pull through.
...the usual.
In this timeline, you have embodied the power of womanhood. Though it was a blood sacrifice of your teen's dreams and even bloodier on your two-spirited soul. And because you are a warrior carved by time, this particular experience has assembled your current self as a healing mother and a willing slave to your brood.
Your journey as a child of the stars and the moon here is now embedded in this role. A rather difficult one you might say.
Motherhood is hard. Though it shouldn't be. It should be a time when those who choose the path should rediscover their instincts or learn more about how to tap into the power of their intuitions but societal norms are still in place to choke any form of energy that exudes the ancient matriarchal system which harmonizes with mother nature.
Yes. Human is complex as is your experience of living among men and as simple as it all seems.
The sun might rise and rule over your day or the dawn might clothe itself in a dull light to succumb to a soft cry during midday but either way, your feet have to stomp on your bedroom floor like an inkless stamp and subconsciously get in the flow of the rhythm of what is expected of you.
...the chaos in the being.
There is no way to do this. It is all a little bit confusing, to be honest, if I might add. You crave what feels like a dream and do what is required. The idea is to take enough space for the true self to thrive whilst keeping in mind you share this space with a collective that might ask the universe for the same.
Plans are always there. Currently, the obsession with green space is taking some room in your mind and so is starting some fresh streams of income as giving up is not an option.
Let creativity consume you. Your light is beckoning you beyond the confinements of your grey perspective. And as you know your way back home, find it. Words are waiting. So are the dye solutions to fill up your independence.
Before the sun sets the horizon is on fire again, live. Breath. Eat something. Dance a lil. Remind yourself that you are able and capable instead of questioning yourself. Take it a minute at a time if necessary.
Parent. Yourself before them. You can't demand what you don't reflect. Heal what you can. Tackle the problem, not you. It is you against your former self. And you are enough.
...see you on the other side.
wambuku w.
