Purpose

If I'm being completely honest the last couple of months had me completely disconnected from my roots and my purpose.. At times getting little glimmers of what it felt like to be connected to my cultural matriach again as I see a monarch butterfly pass by me during my walk and in the distance I hear the sounds of those working hard while I sat and sulked in the void. The more videos I saw of those around the world protesting against what is happening right now to immigrants the more emotional I got. Fueling a overall sense of pride for everyone protesting but also boiling sacred raged through my veins that just propelled me to have motivation to use my voice. I am quickly reminded of the all sacrifices my family made to get where they got, the sleepless nights, the poverty before success, and the constant fear of it all being taken despite making it. To see those wanting equal opportunity to achieve the same things but being discriminated against through defamation of character and slander knowing damn well what the truth really is. Through the fear tactics and slander, they rise above peacefully but with the rage of ancestors behind them. You feel it in the videos, you feel it in the crowds,. you feel it in the magic there is in uniting everyone together to stand against it all. The truth is that kind of power is intimidating to people, that drive, that motivation, the beauty of the culture. It's never been about the taking away jobs but instead the magic is inbedded in their veins. Magic that can not be erradicated by deportation or defamation of character. Y'all envy the connection many of us have to the land, to the animals, to the ancestors. I'll be the first to admit that I felt I lost in my connection to my guides as I embarked on this journey, sometimes feeling so intune with them and other times feelings completely disconnected and out of touch with the reality of what is going on. Y'all fein for the creativity, the mindset and the hustle instead of feeling inspired and thats a truth many will not face. If I've learned anything while being in that void is that you must confront all aspects of self, even the parts of us that aren't considered to be "pretty" or "perfect". While we come home to ourselves through uniting despite trying to tear us apart, we are reunited with our purpose, our sacred rage that remains peaceful on the surface but motivates us to stand up for those who may not have the voice to. As I come home to myself, I look down at my tattoo of a red rose on my left arm that represents my father and all he has done and the word. "purpose" on my other arm, both done at completely different points in my life but coming to the understanding that it must represent something much more profound than thought. As I come home to myself, I feel a sense of pride that I am closer to understanding what that purpose. Trying to drown out all the self-limiting beliefs that I am not qualified enough, as I know my ancestors support me and my purpose. Asking for their help and helping them carry out dreams of their own through me as I serve as conduit of their inner strength and power. Even in the times of disconnection and sulking in the void, I am reminded that all parts of this journey are leading me back to self, to my strength, to my creavity, and to my connection to Earth which is something I reccomend to those struggling with difficult times. We often find the answers we are looking for in the simplest of things.