Just over a week ago, I was really ill. My Spirit ached for my mother - not necessary my own mother but mama energy: soul-caressing, spirit-calming, heart-restoring softness and healing. A nurturing femininity that feels like the melody of a Minnie Riperton album, like sipping warm cinnamon sassafras tea with almond milk, like the poetry of India Ame'ye, like the warmth of the Sun on your breasts, like the enchanting beauty of peonies, like the fragrance of Egyptian geranium, like a moist kiss on the forehead while being rocked, like forgiveness when you've erred. . .
FREE TO EXPRESS, DEVELOP, EXPLORE
When I was a teenager, my mother said "these are the best years of your life." What I now gather from her wisdom was that at that age I was free to express, develop, explore life and the world without concern for paying bills, children depending on me, navigating relationship with injured adults or any of the nonsense and minutiae of the world's domesticated human illusion.
A gentle response diverts anger . . .
On this Venus-ruled Friday, I'm vibing on the sweetness and softness of life. I'm honored to be able to contribute my monetary harvest to the enterprise of my landlord, watch my children grow and witness their expression of beauty in world fighting its way out of weariness, heal the traumatized and inspire the lost with the warmth of love, beauty and wisdom.
Life is sweet, magical, miraculous and full of wonder which if one is not careful can be obscured by the race of the rat. I awoke with this scripture in my heart. It is a scripture most likely inspired by a more ancient text. The author of Proverbs 15:1 has a wise insight that "a gentle response diverts anger, but a harsh statement incites fury." A harsh tongue is all too easy to express, a harsh response for harshness. Gentleness in the face of the disrespectful, brutal, and fearful is masterful because we are ever alchemists, magicians and magi. Anger is resistant and what you resist persists. So remember above anyone else, be first gentle with yourself dearheart.
As there is a time and place for everything, today gentleness . . . softness . . . sweetness will be my meditation . . . stay soft, stay free Beauty.
Written while listening to Minnie Riperton's album "Perfect Angel."
♡ ☆ ♀
Day 7 of 10/13 Moons
Waxing Crescent Moon