I love the thunder and roar of the water at my moms house 💦
How do you know when its time to recallibrate?
Mhhh how I love to hear the thunder, the ROAR of the water as it drains out the faucet at my moms house.
It feels so good when it scorches my work away left my skin feeling fresh as the cold tile downstairs against my warm wet feet after I
walk down and skip the step that creaks for the elders who lay restful at my moms house.
They pray and they drink after all of the work that stained our sheets and dusted our skin.
We wash away the stares of the people who make it work to exist because at my moms house, the work that exist is love and its movement and it’s tribal survival.
All that knowledge re-revealed fresh on my skin after a clean hot shower at my moms house.
When I have no where else to go, and even before then to let them know that I am not too concerned about the shiny things they tag on my back. Because the water that pooours out that faucet that roooars down the drain in the upstairs bathroom is a storm.
Leaving nothing
But the creaky silence that can only be heard at my moms house.
-Arielle François 🇭🇹🧚🏿
**I spent this past week at my moms place, the home where I grew up. And I feel so much gratitude that my parents who came to America at 17 and 20 where able to build a home. We’ve been deeply rooted for the past 20 years in my childhood home and ! WOW <3 the privilege to have the option to return somewhere lets me navigate the world with great comfort. A privilege I acknowledge and recognize.
Today we’ll talk about home; its sacred power and how we can cultivate that inward feeling as a place to return too.
Let’s make our bodies feel like home again. :p
I feel so much gratitude for my sacred spaces and most importantly I feel grace for all of the spaces that I am building; the journey to make a new place feel like home is so rewarding and challenging.
I want to acknowledge all of the work my elders have put into building places of refuge, our mighty magical homes. The effort ALONE is a blueprint for me to be intentional about how I plan to build a future for myself. Especially now, a time where a lot of my comfort and safety comes from the feeling of a fantastical future. Part of that magic has to be rooted in home building.
**Insert Solanges apartment LOL.
My home has always been a portal for me, the mask comes off. And truly, I want to feel this type of freedom everywhere I go because why tf not? There’s so much resistance in me feeling safe, how radical is it of me to cultivate home in my heart, belly, hands, and smile.
This past week has been Art Basel in Miami, and I have been able to witness so many beautiful things.
One of the most powerful was my strength to listen to spirit, in spite of the chaos of festivities and seduction of clout and partying. Which can be fun but also overbearing.
I want to share with you all some strategies I tapped into this week that helped me stay grounded in spite of confronting a lot of different energies.
If you haven’t had an opportunity to sit down and recenter maybe this blog post can be a catalyst for that motion.
#1 Movement
I love this gesture. Wow it does wonders for me. The first time I practiced
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