It is now midnight and before I close my eyes, I must give thanks to the universe for such a blessing. Many do not live to see the age I have made it to. I know that personally as a parent who has buried a child. To live to see another day, another year around the sun, another waking moment has me feeling if nothing else but grateful. As Covid has hit and knocked the world in a state of chaos, I have found motivation for many firsts. 2020 was my year of yes and branching out. I have become more consistent with showcasing my work not only on my blog, but also on Instagram, my work will be in not 1, but 2 online magazines, I have found a love for painting and getting pretty darn good at it, and I am preparing to launch a business with my husband. My support system has showed up and showed out with the love and I am eternally thankful for those. Many I have known for years and some just recently, but it goes to prove to me that there are good people in return that only want the best for you expecting nothing in return. Moving forward, it’s full steam ahead to finish out this year. I pray that the most high continue to find me worthy of this life I live and continue to rain blessings down as needed and not just off of wants. May universe and ancestors continue to guide me down my intended path and protect me from all that is meant to cause harm. I hope that I inspire may as others have inspired me on this journey I have been on and may my love and passion flow through my craft. Asé

As I closed my eyes, I remember the feeling of floating to another place.

In this place, I was barefoot walking through the woods. Every snap of a twig and crunch of a leaf made my feel as if I was going to somewhere of importance.

The sound of tribal music could be heard from the distance so I follow it until I find the source.

The brightest fire could be seen burning as a man dances around it.

What stood out the most is a woman, her eyes held secrets with a side of no nonsense, she is relaxed and in her element, her locs hang loose and she is looking directly at me.

In my mind I hear her speak her name and her name is Lavender. She looks in a direction and I know to go that way.

Although I want to stay, the journey must continue.

I am now at the bottom of a mountain and doubt I am able to climb it. That is until a grey and white wolf appears behind me growling.

Fear propels me up the mountain and before I know it I am halfway up.

Looking down the wolf is there watching and fear is removed from the equation.

There is familiarity in the wolf just like I felt when I looked at Lavender.

Both play a role in this quest and equally important.

With a whisper of gratitude and newfound strength, I climb to the top of the mountain and open my eyes into my ascension.