Family Reunion

Did you know you could turn stories untold into visions that unfold into kaleidoscopes of clarity?
My Granny knew how to alchemize all the darkness into light her might could frighten even the toughest neighborhood titan.
Sometimes she could stand and when she could, she would tower in her stature, confident in holy power.
She could reveal what needed to be healed, prodding your psyche her eyes twinkle excitingly once you follow her line of questioning to a point of understanding.
Her voice deliberately inviting all the masks to decompose into residue.
Who is freeing you from the storm? 
Who is guiding you home to port? 
Parting the pride of posturing flies-the pollinator investigator re~invigorates your spine.
She dives into your mind before you had the time to weed through your words, as they are slipping into slop. 
Your ears and arms and eyes fly away to focus on pictures and passed time. 
She won't let you fly away until you freed yourself of your mind, until next time she'd declare, only after you kiss her goodbye.

“Allow yourself to be.”, she whispered sweetly to me. A remedy to free yourself from complexity.

In this time I learned that healing isn’t linear. It’s very much a circular process of reconstruction, realization and recognition of your body systems. As I tap into emotional and physical bodily reactions, I empathize with more than my body. I open myself up to an evolving growth that inspires a courage to keep going.

There are stories in the space between everything and the unseen.

Can you read the signs?

# Fruitful

If God’s outside of space and time and I am made in the image of that frame in mind, why do I bind myself to systems we should’ve left behind?