I know that I’m a day late and what some might call a dollar short.
A thursday meant for a wednesday but self care dictates what I will and won’t do.
So here I am
In my Strong/Resilient and Indigenous Shirt as black as I want to be and I question
i like to sit in coffee shops and analyze my life thus far while my phone charges
I think often about the good sex I just had and the tarot card I pulled this morning.
The indigenous women I speak with regularly and the ancestors I smudge with and isn’t it funny
that all of this affirms my selfhood .
My own free spirited visibility
and I’m all right
Learning stillness and how to be in love
How to live
how to affirm
and hold open space for what is to come
My lungs are fulled with sage, juniper and cedar.
I speak smudge smoke.
I breathe healing
I exhale truth and sight and other planes
Do you smell it?
Then tell me what you sense.
I am descended of medicine people and I follow in their footsteps
I find myself in the training work of reclamation and wholeness and everyday I find planes
over and under with the guidance of spirits that span centuries and I breathe and smudge and smudge and I cry
as grounded as I will ever be
I am also floating in the world thus is my purpose to flit and float and heal
may bee never to land