I often ponder what the hell I am here to do. I’ve always felt like I needed to be of some type of service. My challenge in life has been figuring out what service really is. I’ve got all this magic, what is it really for? What am supposed to be doing with it?
When I was younger, my magic seemed to be for making my dreams come true. This worked until I realized that the dreams I was living weren’t really my dreams at all. They belonged to someone else. I wasn’t being honest with myself. So my magic became about self discovery and reclaiming myself. I practiced lots of yoga, did lots of energy work and played with herbs. All this resulted in finding a place where I could be of service to the community and to friends. I understood what I brought to the table and relished sharing it. Unfortunately, life shifted and I lost myself. It was hard to let go of who I was because I didn’t know who I was becoming…. until I became pregnant. Suddenly, my magic wasn’t just for me anymore. It was a gift to those share; which brings me to the present moment.
My magic, Mama magic, is love. It’s love that protects, nurtures, comforts, harmonizes, cares for those in need.
Until the next time, be good to you