Hi SOUL Hi! Lovianhal!
How you? I’m glad you’re here. I’m here too! I love you.
WE made it to May.
The way this year is flying by and yet, feels like molasses creeping up on my soul– gurl–is beyond comprehension. I’ve been doing so much healing and forgiveness work. More work than I had on my bingo card for this first part of 2025. Last month’s Earth lessons around digging into the depths of my pains
and honestly–
hardships–
this has not been an easy time for me.
I have never felt more insecure about my present ability to survive all that has been happening in my experience–which, not surprisingly, impacts how I feel about my future. Being in flux is one thing. Being in flux with no ground to stand on– the feeling equivalence of trying to find footing on air– is something else altogether. I wasn’t prepared. Some parts of me feel beat up. Like spirit is picking on me or something. But the truth is, this entire experience has been forging me. Polishing and shining me. These lessons have really been showing me what I’m made of…
I’m not clear about whether I asked to know such things–but here we are anyway.
Something big is moving. I can feel it in every single fabric of my being. Something is shifting. Somewhere in my awareness– I hear the gravely sound of a skyscraper tall, ancient, heavy door opening wide enough for me to walk though.
I am being moved to move,
to pick up my tired legs and drag myself (if I have to) through this door that’s just opened–literally.
And the feeling of being dragged or dragging half of my body anywhere is not fun.
“I’m not ready!” I exclaim.
“I still have time!”
“I’m just getting…comfortable… in my skin…in my body… again.”
Spirit has been like, gurl if you don’t get your negotiating behind up and move…
Like I said– literally. My lease is up in July. And I have no idea where I’m going to land once I turn them keys in. Actually, at the time of this writing, I have no Earthly place to be. My main motivation up through this point has been to maintain a safe place for Aubrei to come home from school to. And yet, as with so many of my good intentions lately, them jawns have been melting like wax and dribbling through my fingers.
My body has been in knots about it. I think about moving back to the Philly area (because family and framily), but there is so much of the country and the world that I haven’t yet seen and I desire to–more than I know how to express with the language I have access to. I want to see and experience the world. I desire to expand MY world. Does that make sense?
With that in mind, for more years than I can count, I have had this idea in my soul to pick up and drive across country. For varying reasons, it never happened. Soon to be ex husband had no interest in this sort of trip. Bleh. Before my dad started panc cancer treatment– we talked about going as a family. Then dad passed. You would have thought that this last year would have been a perfect opportunity for a dolo trek– *rolls eyes*. The gist is, this one trip has been calling me for years and now it’s begun screaming at me. There are no other voices I have access to dull the sound.
I must go.
I must walk through the places my ancestors walked.
I must put my hands in the soil, sand and clay.
I must float in the waters.
I must breathe the air.
From the right coast to the left and back again.
I must go.
From Auburn, NY to Mt. Shasta, CA.
I must go.
I don’t know how I’m going to be able to go. I have less than 3 months. I have a house to pack. I have a life in this town to culminate. And also yet, I’m feeling a sense of urgency to make each and every single one of my dreams come true. To put myself out there. To risk it all. Because, mostly, I have absolutely nothing to lose. Not a job or a home or a child or a husband or a small town where everyone is supposed to know my name–but don’t, cause they don’t care y’all. I was schlepped up here to lose (seemingly) everything. But I’ll leave here with everything I didn’t even know I had– myself. My true self. My conscious self. I can host TEMS on the road–we’ve done it before…
I saw Sinners last Saturday– twice. That film freed something in me. I must get out of this place and get on with my life. It’s all worked out. And maybe, I’ll find home on route… more deets are forthcoming.
And that, my star people frens is where we shalt begin to air out tonight’s conversation as we begin this month’s new #shiftprompt The Art of BEing AIR– Alive in Paradise– or POWER whichever.
Tonight’s Starfolk University staff:
Rhonda Wildflower-Dean of Astrological Arts
Fearless Smith-Dean of African Diasporic Studies
Michael Shawn-Dean of Humor and Social Etiquette
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
I’m not just breathing in air…I’m breathing in Consciousness.
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 AIR
Acronym:
Alive
In
Paradise
or POWER
(AIR is everywhere…)
_________________________________________________
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 journal, a pen and 3 frens! WuWu is best done together. 🙂 #comegetfree
Lovianhal,
-e-
No responses yet