Here I am in Florida having spent a month off the island. My world shifting again as my father recovers from a right knee replacement. He suffers dementia the first few days from the anesthesia they say. I wonder what was ripped from his story in that right knee that he was not so sure he was ready to let go of?
I sit and be as he struggles with his new body part his new way of being in his life his new way of being with his family. How will I be now that my father shifts? Some stories stay the same and some will remain the same for now. Ancestors how will you work in our families life? What ritual as a family are we calling for now? I will listen and do what I can.
I sit an ponder my money or what seems to be lack there of. What story am I telling myself about my work in the world all that has been created and set up for me that brings me so much joy. I feel at home. What area of my self can I reconnect as I wish others to come to Jamaica and reconnect parts of themselves. I realize I am a steward of money. I am not validated in my worth by it but rather it follows my acceptance of my worth. My birthright to be worthy. My old story of pouring out the conditioning of the patriarchy is one piece but deep in my bones there is gold I have not accepted and mined. What am I waiting for. So simple believe in myself.
OK I surrender I am worthy. Watch what happens now.
Oshun's River 