Whether it’s not being able to reach my car brakes as I’m driving out of control like I’m in a cartoon or trying to find my house or car or anything that can get me to safety, not enoughness is a theme of my dreams. It isn’t surprising that it’s at the core of my mother wound as well…and yet! I’ve had these dreams for years, and it wasn’t until a few months ago that I put these two themes together 🤦🏾‍♀️ I assumed my anxiety was about the anxieties of daily life and not being able to get what I wanted done, like so many of us in the throes of capitalistic and patriarchal productivity demands.

My myth begins with reflection of ritual, family, and the land through my story. I’ve shifted from not having an altar to creating my own. From having no daily ritual to feeling “off” if I didn’t remember to revere my ancestors, and myself, in the morning.