Spirit Postcards
A short message about what I'm thinking about today or the messages I received from spirit this morning.
Here are the images that accompany the postcard below: a collage of 8 photos. At the bottom left the author, a Black woman with glasses in an orange dress with tiny yellow flowers sits in front of a plate of Salvadoran pupusas, french fries, and horchata mora in a plastic lidded cup. She leans on her elbow and looks at the camera. On her right there is a close up of green plantains and eggplants sold from a truck in the Dominican Republic. The middle row on the left has a chalk heart made of blue, pink and beige and then a picture of 4 white plates with offerings wrapped in banana leaf 14 on each plate made of pinole and/or chickpeas. The row ends with a close up of a plate with a powder blue border and a dish of white rice (that her abuelo loved), turkey meatballs and black beans. The top row is a white placemat with a cup of hot chocolate and a green plate with a yaniqueque in its delicious fried brown goodness. Then there are leafy green, mostly spinach, some romaine and tomatoes in a metal bowl with a silver fork digging in. And finally a picture of a bird soaring in the bright blue sky. The bird is mostly white with black edged feathers at its tip.
The Message
Can be said over food, modified by your own beliefs, names for deity and/or your understanding of consciousness if you are atheist: 🌟
Thank you God, Eggun, Orisha and Ancestors for this food in front of me. Thank you to anyone who was involved in getting this food to my hands. People who planted, harvested, processed, transported and sold this food. People who fished, pastored, butchered, milked and in other ways cared for the animals. The plants and animals themselves that I am eating. I thank myself for cooking this food and anyone else who has helped me get this food onto my plate. I thank my body for integrating this food and using it to fuel my life. May dignity and sustainability increase in every step of this cycle. May people who do not have access to food get food. 🌺✨ Ashe o. Que Asi sea. Konsa se pou li. Que assim seja. Aho. May it be so.✨🌺
Teachers ✨🌟✨:
My mother raised me Catholic and is now a compassionate and inclusive Christian that practices the non-judgment, love and humility that she admires in Biblical models mediated through her upbringing in rural Dominican Republic by her mother Tomasa, her father Cornelio and her older siblings particularly Yeye and Nena. My father never went to church but loved his father who was a rezador, a person who would go to pray with the family for nine days after their loved one died. 🌸
I am a life long learner of Black, Indigenous and Migrant feminist/womanist practices from all over Turtle Island and Abya Yala including Canada, the Caribbean, Central America, South America, the United States, as well as from Africa and the diasporas. 🌼
I have been initiated in Orisha practice by way of Lukumi practioners connected to Cuban lineages. 🌹
I spent a lot of time in California learning about and from farm workers and their contributions to our collective thinking about food production.
I am following Black, Indigenous and Migrant farmers, gardeners and healers and their work, dreaming about stewarding land. 🌷