Before I say anything else,
I want you to know that you did not arrive here by accident.
You were called here.
Something in you,
Something ancient knew you needed this today.
So I need you to get still with me.
Close your eyes if you can and listen.
You come from women who survived things that were never supposed to be survived.
Women who prayed in secret.
Women who sang when they had no reason to sing.
Women who held families together with bare hands.
And a faith that refused to die.
You carry their blood.
You carry their prayers.
You carry their unfinished healing,
And you are brave enough to finish it.
The pain you feel that has no name,
It is not just yours.
It was handed down,
Carefully,
Quietly,
By women who didn't know how to put it down.
But you,
You are learning how.
Every time you choose yourself,
Every time you rest instead of performing,
Every time you say,
I matter and mean it,
You are healing something that has waited generations to be healed.
Your ancestors are not far from you.
They are in the way you laugh,
The way you love,
The way you keep going.
When going feels impossible they are with you right now in this moment watching you choose life.
Watching you choose healing,
Watching you choose yourself,
And they are proud.
You are not just a woman.
You are a lineage.
You are the answer to someone's prayer that was prayed long before you were born.
Walk like it,
Rest like it,
Heal like it.
The ancient mothers are with you.
Always.
You are healed.
