honeyed letters

february 5th, 2026

i wonder when the day will come that you ask me about surrender. i'd like to think i will smile gently and say 'i learn about it every day. how to use the desires of my heart to compell my mind to conduct my body to trust. i act, i sow, i wait, i wonder. how many lives have we lived within our being, connected to infinite? basic knowledge that The Most High holds us, that is all.' i miss you. when i hold you in my arms next i will read the same book again, again, again......i will let you splash in the bath 5 more minutes, 5 more minutes, 5 more minutes. you love to go for walks with your big brothers, dance to burna boy in the kitchen, eat fried green cabbage, run through the lake waves, dip your paintbrush to mix hues and we laugh, laugh, laugh. maybe that's what i'll tell you surrender is....just like laughter.

february 1st, 2026

a miel,

full moon in leo. 
when you get older i want to remind you of the perks of being a wild, incorrigable woman. 
there are consequences of obeying the call God has on our lives, but sometimes the righteous thing is to actually rage against the machine. 
i want you to remember that you were born directly from womb into water and you proudly claim your status as mermaid. 
surely, there is magic in the coils of our hair, i know you there.....snuggled in between my bosom and forever. 
you remind me of all the room to grow.
you remind me to expand and dance through the pain of contraction.
just like labor we moved together and you emerged into our world, perfect as the last life. 
girl child, remember our roar.

con mucho amor,
mama

january 25th, 2026

thinking of my honey
& the specific transmissions from
mother to daughter.

how will i share my world with you
as you grow and create new worlds for free.
we have known each other before this

it seems.....i'm glad we found ourselves
on the same team.
battling with flesh & blood,

in the end ...always victorious!

january 21st, 2026
tonight, three years ago....

you were soon returning to this earth plane, 
a month out from your mermaid birth....

OH THE FATES HAVE TURNED!
mekah was gonna get her gurl.

blessed stars, she's one among us.
just like her mama, probably got laughter light up
any room, stair or space.....
lifted up over the lake.

we are resurrected when
a mother is born.
holding all her eggs - her future to see.

we remain animate,
and i'm always graced with warm rememberance of
our honeyed times 😘🧜🏼‍♀️