A sick child changes the rhythm of an entire home. In this blog article I share an entry from my Mommy Moments journal. I reflect on the quiet of illness, sleepless nights, and the hidden weight mothers carry as we keep vigil over the little lives entrusted to us.

I conciously say They Are, not were. In African spirituality death is not an ending but a return to a deeper state of being. Our ancestors remain present, evolving along side us in an elevated form of conciousness. This refelction explores remembrance, lineage healing and the responsibility of becoming an ancestor who carries wisdom, clarity and alignment - not unresloved pain and conflict.

A journey back to seeing. If you don't know where you come from, you don't know where you going, above all - you fail to appreciate where you are. Conciously choosing to stay on the RIGHT path.

I did not know that Fearless meant facing my truth.... Alone.