Wilde Mocha Babe

I used to tell myself home is where my heart is to comfort my wandering spirit. Growing up in oppression felt like it was a right of passage when knowing myself was the real journey. Coming home to myself was the true mission so I did what my ancestors did. I fought for my life. I communed with myself. I prayed. I danced. I worshipped. I fell to my knees as tears decorated my hands calling on the strength I needed to get home.

This evolution is a revolution. I’m pushing my insecurities out of the way. I’m leaning into my God-given gifts. I’m here. I deserve the life I’m living. Do you know how many times a day I have to remind myself of what I deserve? I’ve learned to also remind myself that reminding comes with healing.

When I return from a deep rest I get excited at the thought of learning who I am now in the present–rest to me feels like laying down parts of myself that no longer align with where I am headed. I used to feel shame when I couldn’t keep up with the constant need for change but why feel shameful about shapeshifting? I am not meant to exist one way or the other –I can exist any way I see fit.

Being a shapeshifter means I am embracing the rebirth and welcoming the change. I’m giving myself the room to take up as much space as I need. I’m honoring who I was and who I needed to be. I’m freefalling into the shift. It feels like a spiritual awakening–this type of growth.

Hmmm..spiritual awakening.

Yes. Tapping in. Beaming up.

Love,

Wilde Mocha Babe

“Be your own King/ Make nobody come rule your world.” -Already|Beyoncé, Shatta Wale, Major Lazer