Porcelain Chronicles

I just want to be.

Be myself.

Be free.

Be the woman for you.

Be the companion for you.

Be the person that is true.

What’s the cost to Be?

Losing you?

Losing all we’ve built?

To be is not fear, not doubt, not repress.

But these are the things I can’t help but do, when I think of you.

Us.

Siigh.

I went to yoga, tonight. I stood him up, unintentionally.

I was finally doing what I’ve been wanting to do. Not altering my plans to simply meet the commitment of my words. Siigh.

Yoga was relaxing… the stretching really eased my muscles especially after our workouts. But meditation brought back the decision I’ve been pushing away… that decision to let go. I followed everything Doc said… but the message to just LET GO… really caught my attention. Tear.

So…

I believe I am ready for my first reading.

I pray to be ready for what is to come.

Motivation and focus is what I asked God, Higher Being, the Lord, Dios, Allah, Jah. I’m proud to have my prayers answered. This blessing was requested and spoken into existence… I went to my first ceremony of the African tradition of Ifa. I’ve never felt so emotional… so right. Sigh… WOW!

I found myself instantly humbled and ready to learn. Eager to learn about this amazing, lost, yet, found tradition. I’ve been reading about it… so interesting.

A tradition that has been raped, dismembered and tarnished just like the history of the race that carried to this lost world, lost new world… we call America.

Siiigh.