…it is me being, the account of ancient African times, my belief in the spiritual work of Jesus Christ, and all who mirror that path, which confirms that I am a royal priestess. As one reflection of God/dess, I flow with an “oomph” that speaks to what naturally is…what’s true. I am often misunderstood, as this way of thought is counterbalanced by how most of us feel about the truth…when we haven’t managed to escape it altogether.
I am content to create what I am purposed to in my corner of the world. I write, speak, and sing my truth… I study, I pray, I eat, I laugh, I cry, I wife, I mother, I teach. Get closer to me and you’ll learn that I discern spirits, I ‘know what I know’, I listen, I empathize, I prophesy, I harmonize, and I care. I gather lessons from the bushes and plants just outside my door. I honor what ‘is’ without as well as what ‘is’ within. Like, when I oil my inner-bark browned skin with Shea Butter to entertain angels. Like when I respect what my womb creates as a natural regenerator of breath and life. Or, like when I wash my kinky hair with sunlight and the wind to thank God for my natural tresses, my crown. I am forever grateful. But arriving here, on this tree stump was no easy feat. More than ever in my life, I am sweeter, better, nobler…yet my journey is far from over. – InnaRae