A Space Called Mother

Somewhere between power trip and power failure I exists—in a cold dark place full of warmth—or heat—I dance like water at my best—like ice at my depths. I still birth.

—9:16 post meridiem, November 25th 2018

Here, I imagine—You feel more at home in my body than I do.

I find solace in watching myself trying to be a good mother—a perfect mother—I found honor in knowing that she still only exists adorned in glittering imperfections. I see her tries—all of her attempts that lead to half actions and whole actions have thus far transmuted into You—ten toes, ten fingers—arm, leg, leg, arm, head.

—10:19 ante meridiem, Masha’Allah, November 26th 2018

I have learned to feed you—and still I am not yet half the mother I am to be—for I have only just begun too nourish your cries for my attention—your restless waves for my acknowledgment—your tossing and turning—your tides attempting to pull from my sea shores a distant touch.

—10:53 ante meridiem, Learning to Love Again

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We manifested…

I did not fear the spirits—restless souls, entities and hellhounds—that roamed about our childhood home in my youth, or those that followed me into love. Yet, I feared the makings of my own restless spirit, my demons, my tribe’s maternal traumas, and many attachments—spiritual ones, mental ones and physical ones. Those fears lead me to fear my greatest joy, one I had only spent countless moons and seasons wishing, praying and meditating upon—a chance at motherhood, a chance at carrying love in my womb and baring a child to crown—a chance many said I could and would never have. I feared my consort having to settle for a life with only me—as if that was not the first and only life he had set out to live when we first sat by those October train tracks sipping on Jamaican Me Happy. I had to give up my fears, my worries, my self doubts, my addictions—all of my inhibitions. We had to throw away our futile man-made cares, let our freedom hang out, and look back to our stars, our planets, our moons and our many aspects—those that had first charted our way—and fall back into us.

—♥Su Hena

 

2018 Manifest

 

2018 the Year of Manifest

Each year we each embark on is always a year or something…either you fill in the blank, or you don’t, eh. Truth is often we do not fill in the blank, and we end our year with little to show because we neglected to establish a clear vision of all that we desired to see come to fruition. How much we neglected our past year will reveal its no or low hanging fruit come the dawn of the new year—our current year. Let this be the year you move and maneuver in such a way that you blink once and 2019 slows down to roll out a red carpet embroidered in golds and lined with silvers for You.

All that you do and neglect to do will matter, yet, not all that is done will transmute to matter, and still, nothing is ever truly wasted.

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I can show better than I can …

…tell you, teach you, guide you, move you, force you.

You remember back in the day when parents would live off of the expressions “I can show you better than I can tell you,” “experience is the best teacher” or “a hard head makes a soft butt”? Truth be told, I know many parents, and many peers who still dance to the rhythm of each. I know I sure do! I can remember Maa saying “do your chores as they are assigned so they don’t pile up.” Well, we all know how that went after postponing them to play outside with friends, watch cartoons, eat a meal or two, twiddle fingers, or do anything and everything to keep from washing those dishes, cleaning your room, sweeping the floors and taking out the trash. By the time you finally got to the dishes that extra meal or so has turned into an extra meal or two per household member, and mother, father, grandma, auntie or other like guardian is staring you down with those “you better get that sh*t done” eyes. If your mom was anything like mine or my grandmas they were steady staring at you with a switch, fly swatter, or leather belt in hand—and you—pouting and moping because your favorite show is on now, bedtime is in an hour, and you can’t get on the phone to talk to your bestie until ALL of your chores are complete. Continue reading “I can show better than I can …”

Loveology 101 — If you forget all else...

Loveology 101 — If you forget all else…

You must know that being happy is your destiny—fulfilling your soul’s purpose is your birthright…#endofstory.

Overstand the world will throw every curveball possible in your direction as you are striving to be the ultimate YOU. Regardless of the obstacles, when you decide that you’re going to be happy and live fulfilled there is nothing or anyone capable of stopping you—because only you know and can execute your next move on the fly, or improve on if needed.

Loveology places you back in the driver’s seat of your success, your destiny and all of your heat’s desires. Learning to LOVE in all fashions is only hard because we have been reared in a world that for centuries has convinced us that HATE is easier and more effective in bringing about change. In the meanwhile, Mother Nature and the Universal Laws unwaveringly show us the exact opposite.

The reality is all elements, things, beings, and universal forces seek coherence—harmony or balance. Striving for love despite all obstacles elevates us to a place of coherence, a state of harmonious living which allows the floodgates of the heavens to burst wide open with gratitude and in return, shower down upon you everlasting love and all of your heart’s desires.


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She is a vision of no priority…

So I’m sitting in my vehicle outside of a busy Starbucks next to a less exciting mall—I’m people watching with my cup of Joe. During my observation of life going in, out and all about the tiny plaza my eyes focus in on a little girl and her father sitting beside the front window inside of Starbucks.

She was cute—in her a little Sunday dress, with her white tights and shoes, and a head full of blonde and bouncy curls.  I smiled as she smiled at her coloring page, sipped from her kid-size drink and then rose up on her knees and leaned across the table to show her daddy her finished masterpiece.

Soon, she retreated—back onto her hindside and twiddled her crayons for a bit as her father barely nods, never even looking up—but continuing his date with his mobile device.

And there I sat, with my own stars crushed, wondering if he went blind that very day would he fall asleep each night to come wishing for one more glimpse of his daughter in the beauty of her Sunday’s best or another scroll down his timeline. . .


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♥  the only friend we need  ♥

As always, you are loved!

♥—E²—♥

 

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#Teaspiration Thursday | They can’t fxck with your heka. Period.

Be proud of who you are . . .

. . .because you were created from all of the same elements as the stardust floating in the celestial sphere above you. You were created with the ability and capacity to will into existence whatever your conscious mind can fathom, and all that your dear heart could ever desire—your magic is priceless. Know this to be true.

Jahla! Jahla! and Jahla one more time! I love you all, no surprise there !^_^!

—♥Egypt


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