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OH WHAT, you think these two things don’t go together? ⁣ ⁣ My Grandma is probably rollin over in her grave right now. But that’s ok because I’m doing this to liberate our line through my truth. ⁣ ⁣ Meet two of my most important tools⁣ for liberation: my flogger and my choir robe. ⁣ ⁣ They both bring me closer to God. They go hand in hand because it’s all about surrender. It’s all about saying “you know what, God? I trust you so much that I want you to be my Dom. I want you to teach me surrender in a way I understand deeply in my bones. I want you to SING THROUGH ME so I can offer it all right back up and out.” ⁣ ⁣ My kink is prayerful. ⁣ ⁣ Sacred.⁣ ⁣ Holy. ⁣ ⁣ And my faith is kinky. ⁣ ⁣ Magic. ⁣ ⁣ Alive. ⁣ ⁣ I share this today because I recently realized how much I was still keeping my version of God and faith in a box because I didn’t want to ruffle too many feathers. Saw some old programming deeeeep inside my subconscious around what my family would think and really questioned if it was actually of service.⁣ ⁣ Turns out NOT. ⁣ ⁣ I ain’t here to praise or live or sing or fuck in a box. ⁣ ⁣ Are you?⁣ ⁣ Happy belated full moon. ⁣ ⁣ Go howl. ⁣
Why yes, that IS my rose quartz wand charging up my script for “Let The Church Say Amxn”. ⁣ ⁣ ...and vice versa. ⁣ ⁣ Why yes, bringing pleasure into the creative process IS absolutely sacred. ⁣ ⁣ ...and vice versa. ⁣ ⁣ What’s on your altar? What do you offer your Muse? What brings you alive in your creative process? I wanna know 💛⁣
I sleep with bird feathers⁣ all night they sing me songs of freedom⁣ telling me I’ll be ready in the morning⁣ ⁣ I dream with snake skins⁣ at dawn they slither round my feet⁣ reminding me it’s ok to being again⁣ ⁣ I wake with dear antlers⁣ as I rise they look me in the eye ⁣ a look that says “it’s time to be strong”⁣ ⁣ I cook with bear claws⁣ the Mother in me emerges from my depths ⁣ taking care of my inner cub ⁣ ⁣ I see with cougar eyes⁣ firm observant powerful ⁣ teaching me gentle focus and precision ⁣ ⁣ I love with wolf howls⁣ calling my mates close to me ⁣ touching them with tender paws⁣ ⁣ I rest with turtle shells⁣ in their warmth I am safe⁣ softening while it rains⁣ ⁣ I walk with horse legs⁣ strong rhythmic steady⁣ ⁣ and sometimes ⁣ ⁣ only when I’m ready⁣ ⁣ I run.
“Blues are the songs of despair, but gospel songs are the songs of hope”⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ~Mahalia Jackson ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Mahalia was/is The Queen of Gospel. A few years ago when I started dreaming up “Let The Church Say Amxn” I bought one of her albums and upon listening to the first track burst into tears. Her voice carries so much. She was a leader, a pioneer, and a true artivist through her voice, faith and actions. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ White folx! If you aren’t yet familiar with her and her work, do your heart a favor and listen. Listen close, listen deep. What do you feel? What does it bring up in you? We have a lot to learn from this legend 🎼❤️