Commitment

9:43 am

Commitment is a word that sends heat through my left ankle, its a soothing heat like mother´s milk, warm and sweet. My left side puts me in contact with my mother, with my female energy and knowledge that has been shared with me in recent years. There is no doubt now that what has profoundly healed my life has been the communion and circles of women in my life. Men have also healed the process but without that trust in women, I would of not come closer to my mother.
Recently I spent an entire Sunday not only with my mother but my sister and her daughter; it was not only a Sunday but a moment in history of healing our lineage. I felt that my grandmother, even though she has been dead for over thirty years, she was present with us during this Sunday.
So committing to writing this morning puts aside all judgment of what my writing is about, it feels like the flow is just coming in and I just swim in it to connect more and more with the stories waiting to be told. This is a reencoutner with my energy, trust and honoring the gift of writing. Who knows I may even end up singing from what I´ve experienced lately our openings in this creativity is not only through writing but beautiful artwork, music and vibrating the sound through a melody that we can all hear.

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