January 2, 2020

I prayed hard on my way to work.
Feeling at home while talking to source.
Connecting to source.
One day at a time?
One choice.
One decision.
Today at work I will eat my food and drink my tea.
I’m going to dance and write.
Open me up. Recreate. Revamp.
I have some thinking to do with the woman I want to be. I am holding space for all I am in every moment. Maybe this year I’ll find my niche.

I don’t want to get sexually and romantically distracted. At the same time I don’t want to shame myself for wanting to be intimate…I want to break free from the belief that I am only desired physically. I want to also hold that men are attracted to the physical first. It’s survival. I’m mad sexually appealing, healthy, and warm to look at and so it makes sense if that’s what pulls one in. I have programming that has made me unsafe with the idea of men being attracted to my physical and being lusted after. Which is honestly unfair, unreasonable, and ridiculous. I can sense lust and genuine interest in a second.

Again

Born beside sacred lands

I toke a bite of eternal life

It tasted of pomegranates and honeysuckle

I paired it with light from the father sky

Dipped it in Earth’s volcanic crust

Allowed it to dry in the wind

Praying to dear Oya again and again

Endless

Embracing the illusion of racing

Catch me pacing

Evaporating within myself

Only help I need comes from fallen leaves and remembered stolen ancestors

Who’ve found themselves floating in the endless air

I have no fear

Never scared

Stay

His gaze entranced my very soul

Forever, I yearned him to stay

June 27, 2021

I placed a glass of water on my alter and prayed. This weekend without a phone. Silence. Mindfulness. Sadness. I finished the book X borrowed me “Celestine Prophecy”. It left me open and searching.

Right now I am numb, asexual, emotionally unavailable, confident, sure of myself and my experience. Validating this period. I feel as long as I can see my growth no matter how seemingly inconsequential. I have to temporarily cut off X and X for my sanity. It honestly just hurts to be disrespected from them both to the degree that they do. In retrospect life is great.

Milk

I appreciate the sweet coconuts milk
Cracked and melanated
It’s possible to picture it and paint the wars pretty pale
To paint the sky blue, to call it an ocean

Unmoving

I remember sitting down in an empty space

Unmoving on a cloud

I saw my future there

Declared it aloud

Finding my name is claiming myself

Flat Earth problems

Blue kyanite and amythst
Been seeing the future more frequently
Wrote them out a few songs
Play the world like it’s a CD
Flat earth problems