A NOTE FROM MAMI

Hi, lil mystic. How are you?

It’s been a while since I shared here. It’s been a challenge to find the words to write, the words to say…

This world continues to break my heart. The escalating brutality and audacity of ICE. The pain and terror inflicted on not just immigrants and their families, but anyone who “looks” like they could be “illegal.” 581 days (and counting) of genocide in Gaza (through bombs, bullets, and forced starvation). The gutting of public health, education, and social services. The incitement of the far right. The complacency of lawmakers and politicians of the supposed left.

And through these cracks, these craters, the World also continues to flood my heart with Love. With Hope. With Faith. Neighbors putting their bodies on the line to protect community members from ICE. Strangers rushing to the cross walk to help an elder who fell. Sun shining on my skin. Night blooming jasmine filling the air with her enchanting perfume. The return of the hummingbirds. My children, laughing, playing, dreaming. Artists creating.  Lovers romanticizing. Oracles divining.

For everything that breaks my heart (and gods know there is an abundance of that now), there are a hundred things that remind me that this life is worth living, that this world is well worth fighting for, dreaming for, loving for.

It is impossible for me to say when things will change. To be honest, it doesn’t feel right to ask The Spirits such a question. My hesitation does not come from a place of fear, rather, a deep knowing, that the timeline is not up to The Spirits, the Gods, or even Creator themselves. No… it’s up to Us. The cumulation of our individual and collective actions. The big and small thoughts, beliefs, and choices we engage with each day.

There is no one answer, little mystic. No single solution. Because, my darling, the changes we desire and deserve demand all of our participation. Each of us with a unique destiny to embrace - and in living in alignment with that destiny, with humility, with compassion, with tenderness, with grace - the choices we need to make become clear.

Do not mistake clarity with ease, though, my dearest. What is right is rarely what is easy. But the choice becomes simple - even if the path is not - when you believe in who the fuck you are, who you were born to be.

No, my mystic…it won’t always be easy. But it will always be worth it.

All my Love,

Mother 🌹