This year has sent a lot of us literally running for our lives. Fires, earthquakes, volcanoes, and hurricanes. I personally experienced the latter. I was living in the Virgin Islands having the adventure of my 30’s. In my 20’s I ran away with my twin flame to Venice Beach to do a martial arts movie and sell art, I become a walking bohemian. It ended roughly, my ego was bruised and I went back home with tail between my legs. It created a new fire and spark in me to create my life on my own terms and never depend upon another to do anything, to go anywhere, or to have an adventure. I set out to create a Self that was autonomous and willing to go at life alone. In July I embarked on a bold and courageous journey to move to the islands as a single woman not knowing anyone and never having even visited first. I had my wits, my common sense, my strength, my guts, and my spirit guides. I learned to ask my Guardian Angels to Support me to choose everything in my life. With no other compass I had to rely on spirit intensely for the first time in my life. And they never steered my wrong and my faith grew to epic proportions. I even looked around and found myself . . . get this, Happy. Then something out of a horror flick crept itself into my still ignorant false sense of security. With just the announcement of a possible Hurricane Irma that would hit St. Thomas sent me into a fight, flight, or freeze mode. I was anxious, fearful, and dry crying because It wasn’t a certainty until it was a few hours away whether Irma was going to hit us directly. The island is tiny, at at only 32 square miles. After it hit and I was safe my security was still shaken. Nothing was the same and nothing would ever be. I was changed forever. I saw myself using a machete to get through the jungle that blocked our drive way and passage to the homes of my bunk mates that had completely demolished. My community that was already close knit became ever closer on the island with nightly pot luck dinners with conversations about looters coming into our ritzy community and how prepared everyone was to fight and even kill anyone coming to loot. I am a black woman that was surrounded by my Caucasian brothers and sisters and I felt like they were talking about killing my people. I felt so torn. Even more torn about whether or not I should stay. It became like Lord of the Flies, who was going to be sacrificed or who was willing to sacrifice themselves for the good of the group. Was I going to stay and help on the long trek to rebuild the community or was I going to leave with the hopes that I could recover my online businesses, get peaceful sleep, take showers, have electricity, and not worry about food supply. I decided to leave and had to face some of my closes allies and friends looking at me as if I were betraying our pact of loyalty. So I headed to San Juan and less than a week had passed and I was faced with the same turmoil from Hurricane Maria, except, I knew no one beyond my Airbnb host and I only speak up to spanish III’s worth of spanish. The shelter I was in was wet, and lots of glass windows and doors had been shattered, our diet consisted of ham & cheese sandwiches for breakfast and lunch and rice and spam at night. But, hey! I survived! I made onto a humanitarian flight that paid for my on-boarding and connection flights back to Atlanta. My initiation was just beginning.
I know for sure without a doubt that spirit is the most important, everything is a symbol in connection to spirit, it can and will all be swept away if ever mother-nature knows we need the lesson. Coming back to Atlanta I feel like a grateful princess warrior. Without a dime to my name just seeing green trees outside is a luxury. Hurricanes snap all trees in half, scalp every piece of green off of everything rooted into the ground, and even the sky heaves after the hurricane has left. My soul was aghast and I all I could do was be in awe of the Great Mother. That is how I plan to continue into 2018. Happy New Year!