A letter to our lineage
The truth of letting the luggages down. You know the ones that held the strong one, the capable one, the one that could be counted on. This is the first time this has come to surface at this depth. the day I enter the doors of 39. Its felt like a twenty year arch of curious, hopeful, “I can do this”. Door slams in face then I open something else and then followed disappointment. The core of this was because of what was held in the luggages packed in what you saw, heard and inherited. Such a gift to have come to this point of witnessing and have life in me today. Life in me to say, “I see the depth of you, I choose to let you go now. Thankyou for being apart of my journey. I no longer need you. The weight of you is what was renting the space clarity, light and greatness own.” I invite you to see where is the luggage you packed along your journey brought you? Can you say goodbye even if it feels like a big part of your heart just got shattered with the very thing that has been renting in the space of your greatness? We need your light my love.
Somewhere amongst seeing the whispers amongst the women of your lineage, in the kitchen over sunday lunch, said “speaking my truth is dangerous”, holding it or a whisper is how it is meant to be. Somewhere amongst the stories of migration and the heaviness you felt in the story and the storyteller you learnt its not safe to feel, you need to hold that and be strong. The coffee that was made with hopes that you would also have one, so the older one could live through you in the moment she read your cup. With the long road and you standing on the top of that hill in your wedding dress. You learnt to exist is not enough, you must create a family for unity, be in service and self abandon. Then you are enough to exist.
You see they couldn’t hold that for you because they didn’t have the capacity to hold it for themselves. To see it even as a possibility was taken by the choice of, “this is life now” and their desires buried. Now they are mostly crossed over, some still here holding the luggage and adding more to it. Will you lean on your ancestors who are calling on you from above? Saying “please don’t waste the life you have down there on holding that. We are waiting for you, to see and be in your greatness. With your gifts we gave you hidden under the luggages you’re carrying.” They believe in you. I believe in you. I know its crazy almost going against everything we witnessed and held, but tell me what feels true? Which one feels like it is giving you life? Giving the energy to move, feel, create and be all that you are here to?
In honour of this last year as the closing chapter to my decade of thirty’s I want to end with this; You are the miracle that’s how you entered the world. So let’s walk with the the dedication to the women in my lineage and yours, in declaration. To pave a new way; in the discomfort lean in, in the moments of elation receive wholeheartedly and along the way hold the curiosity you came with. By following your purpose and connecting to the heart. It brings the key to more than what something borrowed will ever give you. Building connection from heart and leaving parts of your imprint for the greater good of the generations to come.
The road is never a straight ride and what a gift. The bumps is where leaning into the creator helps build the bridge to your new level. The forever unraveling of coming back to your miracle self, being born into this world. So I am going to continue to take you with me on this unravel. Layer by layer. Piece by piece. Letting you into the parts I have hidden under what was never mine to carry however doing so has lead me here. Remember your greatness lives where the luggages are renting space. When you see this in your time, allow the space to be reclaimed by the greatness of you. We need each other. Connection through the heart is the bridge to the soul.