Basket Full of My Power

 

I am sitting in my basket. Do you see all that I have with me?

This basket, that I have weaved through life, to mend these branches.  And I tended to my bleeds, planted seeds, and created space for things to grow. by this time, I have witnessed both death and have brought life. This season, this harvest will come full, and I will feel light. I thank my daughter for this rescue and perspective on life, forever grateful for trusting your presence, so bright. You were destined to be my daughter, so precious, so sweet, so full of life. Mama is creating a beautiful life for us all to live and we shall be alright. I want all our dreams to flourish and nourish those we love. We hold on to each other, we ride the waves of the deep blue, we sing sweet tunes and look past the blues. As our family grows and ripens so, I am so in love with you my precious children that I've held within; we got many more moons to go. You've arisen a forgotten power, I could never stay quiet again. So, into my basket I go, I have been held within, surrounded by beauty and safety, its warm, it's a win, a divine gift sent from our creator; this continuum will not end.

 These changes all around me and in me were a death and I succeeded in reblooming; into the darkness out like a light. Only to find my light and my ancestor's light, we met and I was told to roar- that birth is near. I bless the forces that made sure I'd win. I remember, before I left the portal a vision came in. I would give birth again but with different hands and no fear. Hands that soothed my belly and my soul. A greater presence than before, but how could I handle this when I just delivered my first born. It never occurred to me that a toxic cycle would be shown to me, instead I wanted to chase this dream, this vision. I wanted to know how could and would it be. I must understand this epiphany. I mean this was what I've always wanted. And I can recall when the first dream of my daughter to be I was looking behind the seat, and she was blonde with curls, waiting patiently. We were waiting for someone, and I had anxiety. I did not want to wait; I wanted to leave. And moments later he returns, and finally I remember sadness and my dream ends after looking back at my daughter in her car seat. Three years later, our marriage begins to end, end. 

I give thanks for everything big and small that has kept me alive. All that has kept me safe even when I've felt the most unsafe. Sprits and the Creator have spent much time on my case, and I always come out favored. My children will have a legacy ahead, of greatness, pure hearts, and devoted to living a full life. 

Life has been a bad bitch, and I thank her spicy blessing and lessons. Dear Goddess, I pray we tend back to you and rise your name up on every occasion. May my fears fear me first and I don't hesitate to live my own life and follow my intuition. May my fears not conquer me and pursuit me till I fall. May my children not fall victims to such silly madness and receive the great gifts this world has to offer. May their connection to life and the continuum be unbreakable and strong. May our communities extend and our networks grow. May we be enriched by our harvests of both healthy spiritual abundance and fruits galore. May we gather around and build great fires. May we listen to the birds and give honor to the whales. May we protect her waters and her skies. May their lands be fertile and the seeds and hands be wise. May our wealth deliver great health for all and not just one group that survives.

Because in a mother's dream is in another mother's dream. We never lose power when we remember what is lost, the forgotten speaks and roars and the dream persists. For some of us, it has been long and aching, that was not aging. Some of us, it has been intense and early. Some of us are left wondering, and some of us left too soon. All of us feel or have felt this disconnect. Something isn't right. This is not the true way. This has been the adaptive way. A scripted way, a rule infested guide, a dark and lonely path. Not our way.

Some of us are waiting and practicing and absorbing. Some of you are already teachers and mentors. Some of us are frighten and have run away. Some of us, like me want to start whatever and wherever and begin this catalyst. Maybe we won't see a complete shift, maybe we will. Maybe our fears don't overcome us together, we propel absolutely forward in mass, we are the wave, the tsunami. We create. We destroy. We love. 

And you do not need, necessarily, to endure death and birth for this shift. You need to be alive, aware, and amazed. This world can welcome you to shift, spiral, and transform. No prerequisites. No interviews, no permission, and no body to turn you away from such a transformation. 

Be that shit, be that badass, be that fierce powerhouse, beat those fears, dream those dreams. Kiss the blossoms, kiss your lovers, kiss your wounds, and kiss goodbye anything in your way. WE GOT THIS. Power on up.

Grab a basket, and join me! 🧺💖