January 14, 2013
The Sisterhood of the Sacred Women Tribe
Welp. The sun came out Saturday for a while. We were able to wear shorts and flip flops. The Kentucky muthas were here, and we conducted sacred patio meetings while the sun’s healing energies swirled around us. Good times, folks.
If your ears were burning, it’s because we were talking about you. If it’s a problem that affects the Sisterhood of the Sacred Women tribe, then you better believe it is important to us and we are hell bent on fixing it.
I hope that you all will report back to me that you are conducting your own sacred patio meetings in your own communities, with members of your own Sisterhood of the Sacred Women tribe. Because the world needs us. We can’t stretch ourselves too thin. This is very important work, this mutha stuff.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll get back to pondering big darling’s latest piece of artwork, which I stumbled upon this morning. It is a beautiful drawing and next to it he’s written out the letters of his name, and next to each letter he has written some positive qualities about himself. I cannot read them without thinking about Dave. Because these are all the words I probably used to describe Dave when I first met him.
The muthas couldn’t believe how much big darling looked like Dave. They were wondering if it was okay to tell him how much he resembled his daddy? Heck, there’s no rule book here, mostly because I haven’t written one. So I quickly surmised that being like his daddy is pleasing to him. We’ve had some intimate conversations at night when we’re saying prayers and talking about our day where I have told him that having daddy’s good qualities is a blessing, and that nurturing those qualities and seeing them mature and blossom unhindered by stress and addiction would allow him to grow into the man that daddy should have been. I’ve explained that he mustn’t be afraid to be like daddy, because he has all the tools he needs to procure a different outcome.
Please Lord, let that be true. I’ll spend my last dying breath making sure it is true.
Even though I’ve been lazy and ridiculous, I had to take down my Christmas tree and decorate for Mardi Gras before the muthas arrived. Taking down the Christmas tree was as annoying as putting it up. There were several seconds when I considered dousing it with gasoline and setting it ablaze. I’m not sure how sedated I was last year when I boxed it up, because I did put it properly back into the box last year. This year, it appears that the tree grew, and the box shrunk. As I kicked it down the stairs and unsuccessfully tried to tape the box up, I screamed out how much, “I hate daddy” right in front of big darling. Then I muttered something aloud about how I was pretty sure this wasn’t what God intended for the celebration of His birthday.
The muthas have tasked me with being the girl who changes Christmas. So, no pressure there, right? But I’m pretty sure some changes are going to be made in our house. Rewriting the Holiday Season is going to require quite a few meetings of the Sisterhood of the Sacred Women tribe. So stay tuned.
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