For the last few weeks I have been telling people, with much delight and wonder how much our life has changed.
When we lived in our old house I would say "when things are better we can..." fill in the blank here.
And now I look at the blanks and they are all getting filled.
Simple things that have a dramatic affect on our lives. A cell phone, me being back in school, my slave going to dance class just to name a few.
When I think about how this all of this movement started- it started with a book.
My slave left one of her books in the bathroom of the old house.
It was called VooDou Visions, and in one of my forced moments of sitting down (hahhahah) I picked it up and it fell to a page which I skimmed over.
The next time I was in there it was the same thing, and by time three I started to notice a pattern.
Every time the book opened it opened to the same page- Maman Brijit.
So I asked my slave who is this and what does it mean?
My slave knew Maman and explained her to me. Maman is a Loa in VooDou- kind of like a Saint is in Christianity. (Very loosely here.)
And she was calling to me.
It was after I started communicating with Maman Brijit things started to change and fast.
Within months we were here- our new place- and I finally knew what all of those religious folks had been talking about all those years.
It wasn't just that Maman had provided so much for us, it was more then that.
It was a calling to her. I felt safety with her, a deep understanding that spiritually I am not alone.
I keep her alter by me at the table by the couch. I give thanks and deep appreciation to her for all that I am grateful for.
Tonight is about giving her my thanks, walking beside her, giving her my deep appreciation of how far she has taken me, how much she has held my hand, how much she has given me hope, and how much we have yet to explore.
So today I share with you a peice of myself in hopes that if you are searching for a voice that you will one day find it, and that it brings you peace.
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