Hi SOUL Hi! Lovianhal!
How you? I’m glad you’re here. I’m here too! I love you.
It has just come to my attention that last week’s StarNotes didn’t actually go out. Like, it was sitting there, published on the website, but the newsletter that I craft on this platform was just vibing in drafts, like it had nowhere to be, unbeknownst to me. I simply did not send it. Even though it was written and ready and published elsewhere. Which is odd. I feel like it’s a metaphor for something…
With that in mind, I ran my first 5k on this past Sunday and finished with my best time (44 mins) even though earlier in the week I was running 5ks at my worst times (49 mins). I felt a pang of pride crossing the finish line and doubly so when I looked at my time. I sobbed a little collecting my finisher pin and the lil post race goodie bag. I ate my banana and drank my water as I walked back to my bike. The excitement wearing down with each step. My battered purple New Balance runners that had bouyed my runs for nearly two years were practically gasping to be retired. I didn’t feel how I felt like I thought I would feel. Like I was walking around with an empty thought bubble over my head.
The very next day, as I was still putting my nervous system back in my body after the high of completing such a major milestone– I got the call from Family Court that my divorce papers could be picked up on Wednesday. And on Wednesday, I picked up and filed said divorce papers. I braced for this big jolt of something—some feeling that didn’t come. I took a selfie and sent it to my fren frens—“the face of someone who is officially divorced” in the caption. As the congratulatory messages began to pour in, I still didn’t feel the jolt of whatever I thought I was supposed to feel as an officially a sovereign woman.
One of the women behind the scenes at the County Clerk’s office, an older white woman with a face of someone who had been through some things, said something to the effect of—“Now don’t make the same mistake by doing it again.” It wasn’t a scold at all, at least, I didn’t take it that way. It was more like a plea. I felt like in the subtext she was telling me—young Sis—you got free. Stay free.
I wish I could remember her exact languaging, I have been processing how I feel about the entire day. I’ve had well over a year to excavate and dance with all the shadows that showed up about being married and separated and pre-divorced, And so Wednesday sort of came and went in anticlimactic fashion. I bought myself one of those cutie little raspberry lemon drop cakes from the grocery store and a 4-pack of those Kin Euphorics in the Lightwave flavor (for peace and calm) and went to sleep.
In fact, my sleep has been pretty incredible lately. I’ve been going to bed earlier, but not on purpose and waking up earlier–well before my alarm– and not on purpose. And really feeling luxurious about my day and my life. There’s a gentleness and an ease that’s been washing over me that I wasn’t expecting. When we think of and talk about Electric– I don’t know about you, but I often think of lightning bolts and jolts. I think of circuits and brute power and maybe, explosions. Electric, to me, feels like it should feel bold and big. Things get powered by electricity. Things get moving. If you see something electrified—get out of the way, lest ye be electrocuted. You know what I’m saying?
But what I’ve been noticing about this time for me, is the exact opposite. Electricity surely is a current. And it flows like water. Sure, water can be rough, but mostly it’s a flow and if we know how to float, we will. I’ve been bracing for jolts and what I’ve been experiencing is opportunities to sit in the inner tube of my life and vibe in a metaphorical lazy river. Breeze tickling my skin as I marvel at how consistent and effervescent the sunshine has been. Like, even after a bout of storm clouds. The sun is electric. It’s also consistent af.
Maybe it’s my gratitude practice. Maybe it’s my intention of seeing and exclaiming the blessings of every experience, rather than being so focused on sht that could annoy me. Maybe it’s my willingness to tune in to the joy of ease, rather than get swept away in other folk fuckery.
I suppose the point is, BEing ELECTRIC can be jolting. It can be lighting strikes all over the place. But can’t it also be a steady flow of grace also? I’ve said more than a few times out loud and on record that none of us really knows how electricity works…and maybe the way we experience electricity is because we believe what we’ve been told about it—rather than what it truly is. Like everything else in this holographic universe—we experience things the way WE are. We give experiences their meanings and expressive outpicturings. The experiences themselves are like tubes of paints next to a canvas. Dormant, until we add our brushes and brush strokes.
And, if we’re going to keep with the metaphor of electricity as a theme—we plug things in every single day and for the most part we don’t blow up. I think the rudimentary scientific process of not blowing up when plugging things in is called grounding. What if that’s also true for us? I mean as our lives? We could blow up, but we don’t because we trust in the infrastructure that makes electricity easy for us to use. It’s the infrastructure wields what we call electricity into something mundane and easy and useful. We simply plug something in and know it’s going to work. I’m thinking that’s a metaphor for something too.
Anyway, much to discuss tonight on TEMS about BEing ELECTRIC—Evolved Living, Elevates Consciousness, Turns Rhythm Into Community.
After I wrote this whole diatribe, I found out that an olden days fren–another well known creative–has passed on. Heart failure. Rest Well Robby Pardlo. You will be missed on Earth plane…
Tonight’s Starfolk University staff:
Rhonda Wildflower the Astrologer- Dean of Astrological Arts
Michael Shawn- Dean of Humor and Social Etiquette
Dr. Fearless Smith- Dean of African Diasporic Studies
Jason Benefield- Dean of Peaceful Life Navigation
Dr. Carol Penn– Dean of Spiritual Legacy
Bunmi Moses- Dean of Brilliance, Luminosity and the Shamanic Arts
Of course, Jordan is in the WuWu Metaphysical Studio with me, so Join us tonight 7-10p on WURD! Bring a journal, pen and 3 frens…
#starfolku #starpeopleish #comegetfree
“But now, after having seen how she got it, from where it came and from whom–it felt vital to the work she was to do on Earth plane. As she was beginning to see what she could use it to do, she felt more powerful than she had. She felt, maybe, a touch more useful. If ‘useful’ was the right word. She had also begun to wonder if it was the tattoo that allowed her to do some of the unexplainable things she had done since receiving it…”
― Envy McKee, The Stellar Universe, Book 4: Deep Roots
You can listen live with this link and/or on the WURD App. We ARE Live on the FB Live OR Twitch too tonight!
Per usual, in EVERY single thing we do, the intention is transformation. And well moisturized legs.
Pssst! This month our #shiftprompt is:
The Art BEing ELECTRIC
Acronym:
Evolved
Living
Elevates
Consciousness
Turns
Rhythm
Into
Community
(The Second Coming is Electric…)
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The WuWu Metaphysical studio begins Friday night at 7p EST on WURD 96.1FM Philly + The FB LIVE (worldwide). See you then yes? Oh! Bring a joural, a pen and 3 frens! WuWu is best done together. 🙂 #comegetfree
Lovianhal,
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