February was a doozy, and i’m happy for March. This morning, i’m reflecting on a convo with my Dad on Christmas:
Me: Dad, I want to be Powerful. That’s my word for the year.
Dad: But baby, you already are.
Me: I don’t mean like the Power of prayer or Power of my emotions….rather, power in life. In my environments. In influence.
Dad: You’re already powerful…because you do everything that you want and decide to do.
Bill & Cynthia raised a rebellious child in me, and the benefits have been much greater than the challenges. I can’t image a life that I couldn’t make my own. And for that, I am grateful.
Because the truth of the matter is, i’d rather fall and scrape my knees on a path that I choose, than be carried on scented down pillows on another path against my will.
I don’t want to be carried through life, comfortable and immobilized. Let me climb, and fight, and crouch, and invert by my own will, with my own fortitude, preceded and fortified by my own prayers.
In Ifa, this force is named Ori – one’s highest consciousness, or free will. It is said that no other orisha can work or proceed without the consent on Ori.