I stand in the light of who I am now and who I am becoming,
a witness to the mending of what is and what was broken,
I am a keeper of the pieces I have gathered,
I am a child of those who walked before me whose shoulders upon which i stand
From my journey through the Golden Repair Fellowship,
this is what I call forth and the directions I choose to travel:
I bring call upon these sacred tools and place them gently in my tool box for my safe keeping and my use, and ultimately for my repair. These are they bringing me into wholeness:
In the north: I call upon meditation, the still water where my spirit rests within myself and upon the earth.
In the east: I call upon my sacred breathing, the wind that carries away my fear, my anguish, my anger, my rage and my breath that fills me with hope, faith, joy, life, and love.
In the south: I call upon my brokeness. I light the fire inside the keln that ignites my clay pottery & when I retrieve some pieces are fractured that represents me. the earth in my hands I pound and knead and shape into something known and unknown, reminding me that I am shaped and can be reshaped when necessary as I trust in the creative process. I remind myself me through my passion of creativity that I got this and always will, even in my moments of sadness, despair, vulnerability and confusion. I stay connected to my inner fire, my flame, my passion and I remain empowered in my rebirthing of myself.
In the west: I call upon my artistry of printmaking, silk screening, intuitive painting. I press and squeeze together the many parts of who I am, bringing my story into wholeness and into the world so that I and my people’s story will never be forgotten nor erased. I ride the waves of life and walk my purpose as I shape and control my narrative, my story.
In the center, I call upon my artistry of upcycling, my power to transform what was once discarded and transform into something more beautiful than before, something unique, radiant and powerful that is mind that is me.
Above, I call upon intention to pay more attention to each day, each moment, especially in the morning hours and to make a vow each day that guides my steps throughout my day before and as I step out of bed to take my first breath and to stretch upon awaking and remember to give thanks always.
Below: I call upon my Ancestors and my unique place in this sacred world upon which we walk- I feel my Ancestors hands upon my shoulders, I hear their whispers in my ear, I feel their courage in my body, in my muscles, in my bones in my heart, in my memory, in my spirit surrounding me and not just underground. I remember and pay homage. Ase’
I recall and honor the Kemetic sacred story of Ausar, Auset, and their son Heru.
I call forth the story of Auset, who gathered her spouse’s scattered pieces from the four corners of the earth,
breathing life into him and making him whole again.
Like Auset, I, too, gather myself,
piece by piece, bit by bit,
breathing life into the many parts of me that were once lost, and sometimes still are,
trusting that my wholeness is my birthright and my deepest knowing. I re-member me; I regather me.
This is my Repair, not hiding who I am and my cracks, but filling me with the golden nectar of who I once was, who I am now and who I am still becoming.
And like Heru, Auset’s son, I lift my warrior’s sword of truth and bravery,
to reclaim, to restore, and to repair all that which is rightfully mine; it's my birthright. I reclaim it; it is with and through my creativity and artistry and passion, and remembering.
I am made whole again and I am repaired.
Save the date for our upcoming Dialogues on Resisting & Thriving event, “Golden Repair: Reparations & the Arts” on Wednesday, October 15th from 6:00-8:30 PM EST.