Hapi Rising Circle Sisters Family! On yesterday we discussed our experience Sun Gazing on our morning commute and why some folks use the greeting "Good Rising" opposed to "Good Morning." Starting the day with an affirmation sets the tone and intention for what is to follow. To check out the post visit our blog at www.Zora42.com.
We intentionally spelled Happy Rising as 'Hapi Rising'. Hapi as in name of the Egyptian God of the Nile River. Although we cannot prove it using etymology, by using the Law of Similitude we can speculate with a degree of certainty that both spellings share resonance. So, this Thursday morning,on the day of the week attributed with expansion and abundance we speak of Hapi-ness. We greet you in the Spirit of Hapi!
Spirals: On Monday's podcast I read poems from the 4 sections of my book of Poems. When it came time to read from the 'Fire' section I wasnt sure which to chose. I picked this poem. Of course I had no clue it would pop-up on my feed today. That's just how synchronicity works. Believe it or not, "Spirals" happen continuously when we allow ourselves enchantment. Yes, "now is the time for love poems.
Do you know the story of Freedmen's Town?
Not the one the news tells, the one that influences people to ignore and dismiss the people and their land. Not that one.
I want to know if you know the Folk Story?
The one about the freed women not wanting their white linen dresses to be soiled by the red mud from the Buffalo Bayou Swamp, so their husbands and brothers and fathers and uncles dug-up that same red mud and fired bricks. The men laid streets according to the Heavens so their women could walk dignified.
Do you know that story?
The one about Camp Logan where the HPD and the visiting Black Army Infantry had a shootout because those Black Soldiers were no one's "boys"? The story of how Houston used imminent domain to build City Hall and I-45 through the middle of Freedmen Town because the Free Folk were self-contained?
Do you know this story? This Houston History? Do you know there's more???
Tours at 2p and 4p. Share $15 or more in school supplies in exchange for participation in Walking Tour of Freedmen Town. Meet at the Yates Museum (Andrews St & Wilson St.) *501c3, Receipts Available.
I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.
I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.
I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task
I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.
I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived.
I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now.
I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.
I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can be stilled whenever it is called.
I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace; I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out.
I am no longer waiting to do something great; being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough.
I am no longer waiting to be recognized; I know that I dance in a holy circle.
I am no longer waiting for Forgiveness.
I believe, I Believe.
Author: Mary Anne Perrone
Via: Wild Women Sisterhood Group (FB)