Wednesday was a mix of divining and mundane in equal measure. I began the day as I always do – pulling a card, making note of my dreams, noticing the placement of the sun and the moon and any astrological aspects, and making my to do list.
As I made breakfast for myself and my DH, I called my Daddy to tell him I’d heard one of my cousins had a stroke back in February. None of us knew about it. We’ve lost touch with that part of the family.
Daddy and I don’t talk often but he loves me and I love him.
This morning, however, Daddy was in a mood to talk about past things.
I’ve learned how to extract stories from my older family members. When you’re raised in the mountains by conservative and stoic people, you learn early that people would rather cut out their tongue than talk about anything that feels like blaming, complaining, or inadequacy. It’s a useful skill, then, to be able to ask open-ended questions and then just listen. But, it takes a while 🙂
This morning, I learned that my Granddaddy’s mother, Rosa, was a hoodoo practitioner. She was an herbalist who made her own medicine. She never drank but she kept alcohol (she probably made herself) for tinctures. She never went to school but she taught herself to read the Bible. I have one of her Bibles that she made notes in with her childlike handwriting. Daddy said he wore an asfidity bag until he was a year old that his Mamaw made him and that she probably midwifed him into this life.
I remember Rosa though I don’t know how. I was barely two years old when she died.
It’s such a beautiful experience to learn something new about who your ancestors were. I know I know things. I believe it’s in my DNA. Hearing the confirmation – this Hoodoo practicing grandmother, another grandmother who had prophetic dreams, my Granny who’s prognostications were eerily accurate but outsiders dubbed a “nervous condition” – it leaves me feeling much more settled in myself.
And…even if I were disconnected from this confirmation, I know I know things.
If you are feeling like you have to have your knowings confirmed, I would ask you to settle into yourself. Find a quiet space and close your eyes. Take a breath. Now, take another. Settle your mind. Notice your breath moving in and out of your nose. Let your breath loosen your tension. Breathe into your tight places and exhale. Let it take as long as it takes. Relax your scalp and jaw.
As you drift, ask your guides – the Universe, God/Goddess, whatever your vision of divine is – ask, what do I know and how do I know it?
Then listen with all of who you are.
Listen with your body. Listen with your mind. Listen with your heart.
Once you have your answer, bring yourself back to the present and pick up your journal. Write consciousness-streaming style. When you are done, put it all away. Take a cleansing breath. Slowly make your way back to the mundane but be kind and gentle with yourself. Drink lots of water. Later, when you’re fully back to the mundane, read what you wrote.
Now, you have all the confirmation you need about what you know and how you know it.
Mid-day, I did a ritual to Money. I gave her gifts and delighted in the feeling of having a space specifically dedicated to bringing more money into my life.
I went on to have lunch and a call with one of my coaches. Then, I finished out my day with a little gardening, pickle-making, prepping for some time with friends tomorrow, and a Hermes magic spell (Wednesday is his day, after all).
I so often spend my days with no one other than my DH and the fur kids. Yet, only in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would be living the kind of life where I could do the things I do on an everyday basis. It’s a wild mix of the magical and the mundane. As I wrap up this rich and beautiful day, I realize I want to share it with you.