Reconstruction Era?

Picking a name for a child is a beautiful privilege. You’d be remiss to underestimate the power of a name. Our name is our first impression. Our first identifier. A collection of sound that is made to grab our attention, to separate us whilst also being a tether to others. Your parents may toll over what to call you, or they may have known it as soon as they were made aware of your existence.

Either way, it doesn’t become yours until you cross the threshold of this planet.

But that doesn’t mean you weren’t already here.

Now before you go any further, allow me make myself clear- I’m a disorganized, imperfect, overly confident woman from south of the Mason Dixon. I don’t know it all but I claim the ability to find it all out. I love living life and I take every chance I’m granted to improve my own. I am passionate about existing, and wether it was my own brushes with death or losing loved ones to the other side, I live fully, honestly, and as close to my own beliefs until I decide its time to change them. With that being said, allow me to be imperfect and know these are simply my own thoughts and opinions. Feel free to agree, share, question, disagree, or debate- but hold on to what resonates and leave what does not. Our collective thoughts are what are the most important, not my correctness average.

Okay love, back to the original thinkpiece.

Wars typically get their name AFTER the final battle is commenced. Products go through days, weeks, years of production before landing on what the actual type on the label will say. Phenomenons exist long before the English langage manages to shift in ways where you can explain them to someone who is unfamiliar with the concept. The opportunity to bring something from obscurity to the Earth Plane is a tedious, timely, intricate process. I say all that to say- consider yourself in the Reconstruction Era.

Life is constantly expanding, growing, shifting. Your cells are constantly working, dying, reproducing. The sun is always shining and the moon is always reflecting. Creation is ALWAYS HAPPENING.

Reconstruction wasn’t from 1861-1900. That shit is happening RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.

The need for you to reform a system is constant, and your ability to show up in the moment you are in is a prerequisite for you to properly identify what system it is that you should be reforming. The system may be as inconsequential as your bookshelf or closet, or as large as your family system or your nervous system. Either way, there is a pattern recognition that is special and unique to you that cannot evolve into the better and more efficient form of itself if you don’t get your hands out of your pockets and do it. Every day that your eyes blink open is an invitation for you to create, repair, restore, improve, increase, and water the things that only those beautiful eyes of yours can see.

I hope you know all the tools are readily available as soon as you decide they will be of use to you. Being God like is within your reach. Believe in your task and the work materializes from obscurity.

Now go make that shit a reality. Your future self is depending on you.

With Love,

Your Esteemed Doula DeYonna