10/12/2025
CACAO 10/11/25
I can feel something coming,
Something shifting.
A becoming.
I sense it by the callings that sweep through my body,
The echoes of the Ancestors whispering,
A calling to be still,
The call of the Mother,
the medicine,
To sit,
To breathe,
To listen.
And just before I listen,
I become restless,
As a child,
Running wild,
For a moment,
A blip.
I’m learning,
To balance simple pleasure with big shifts.
To stay present in each moment
of consciousness,
Tuning into the smallest and quietest of intricacies,
Listening to the birds.
And the squirrels.
Minding the details while holding the essence of the bigger picture.
I call upon the winged ones as I journey to the Root.
I am guided by direct and Divine light,
It moves through my body as energy,
It shows me which way to move next.
Enjoying the present,
Finding stillness,
Loving the lessons as much as the blessings,
Communicating effectively.
Building trust.
With myself
and others,
Bridging worlds.
Being kind,
With myself
and others,
Everyday.
Being LOVE.
Love,
Carly
