I See You

A Sacred Returning to Self

This morning I walked the dogs under the gaze of the rising sun, trotting and breathing with the trees as my witness. I sat in the grass barefoot, present, and grateful. My hands cupped prayers, my lips shaped affirmations, my heart pulsed with scripture. Then came breakfast: vibrant and healing eggs with garlic, basil, and turmeric, accompanied by slices of carrots, cantaloupe, and cucumber, kissed by the morning chill, as well as ruby red grapefruit and tea made with cinnamon bark and pau d'arco. Sacred nourishment for sacred terrain. 

I am reminded: My body is sacred land. My voice is sacred thunder. My presence is prayer. 

This isn't just about me. It's about all of us. 

You are seen.  You are loved. You are supported. You are protected. You are provided for. You are part of a royal and holy lineage, flowing through your veins like ancestral rivers stretching across continents, across generations, across all the names you carry and the ones you've yet to remember. 

A Return to the Divine Within

God is not a system. Not a pulpit. Not a punishment. And certainly, not politics. 

God is breath. God is blood. God is the whisper before the thunder. God is the soft yes in your bones when you finally trust yourself. 

You are not separate from the Divine. You carry the sacred in your marrow. When you honor your needs, when you rest, nourish, create, and pray, you honor the sacred fire within you. The rituals of your life are holy. Your laughter, your tears, your resistance to what no longer serves: these are all hymns. 

Lessons From the Ancestors

Like the Akan people who greet life with reverence...

Like the Cherokee who believe in the seeds of Eloheh (harmony, wholeness, abundance, peace); the sacred, just, and sustainable earth...

Like the Blackfoot and Sioux who commune with wolf spirits and wind songs...

Like the ancient drummers of Dahomey, the herbalists of Mali, the Irish seers who know the skies...

Your story is wide, woven, and worthy. 

We remember, like the story worlds of Avatar, that to live well means to listen to the land. The blue beings did not dominate nature. They lived with it, loved through it, and greeted one another with a soul-deep, "I see you."

May we do the same, starting with ourselves first. See your own holiness. Witness your own strength. Sing your own return. 

Reflection Prompts for You, Beloved One:

1. What part of your life feels sacred right now, no matter how small?
2. How does your body speak to you when you slow down and truly listen?
3. What rituals are calling you to reawaken your inner fire?
4. In what ways can you greet yourself and others with "I see you" from the soul outward?

You are becoming. And you are already whole. You are awakening. And you are already wise. You are healing. And you are the medicine. 

May your food nourish your spirit. May your movement remind you of your power. May your rest be wrapped in peace. May your days be laced with unseen hands of those who walk with you still. 

And may you always remember: You are the prayer. You are the altar. You are the sacred space.  

Amen, and so it is!

Peace and Love,

Stacie J.