It has come to my attention that the year someone was born is very important to the end result of what and who they will become. It has been stated that the year is a clear indicator to who and where you will turn up and add that to your heritage and your true self…well…
I feel the true self is often muffled
Muffled by heredity and birth year and to find oneself…well…it is a feat..
To pull back the covers. The mothers the fathers the sisters the brothers the lovers the haters the misrepresentations …..to pull them back it Work and most people are too focused on actual WORKF to do the Work except a few born in a certain year and in a certain time and with a certain means…
MEANING…
If you were born in the 74 then you cam of age int he 80 and then you were sent into the work force in the mid to late 90’s and just as you were about to have a marriage say 28 the world trade center fell and with it the double punch— life ain’t what you were told…so sit your ass down and reset…
return rewrite and find a way to FIX this shit…
I mean not that you ARE married and have kids and know the TRUTHS….the hard truths and were given that TIME to find your power and then inverted it into Motherhood which is a natural act but perhaps not a natural show for many of us MOTHERS born into FREEDOM with no clear goal but to to do more than our others did because HEY they were just STAY at homes and look what that got them and then…then you are the stay at home bc of LIFE and time and the year you were born and you are in yourself the thing you were raised to be better than…says the commercials and such and so we hate ourselves and our mothers and then ourselves and it is a loop de loop until you pull back those covers and REMEMBER
Remember the moment before the hate before you decided NOT to be her before you even aligned or dis-aligned with her…
When you were JOY FILLED and the times where you were away and on your own and just being…before she said a word and popped your imagination float…
Thats where the women of 1974 are RIGHT now…. hanging out in our imagination float thinking…what world can I build up here….i remember I had a doll house with barbies I cut the hair off…an elevator with a string I pulled and rooms so many rooms to play in …
Where the fuck are my rooms… I needs more rooms more ROOM more
and I sit here with nature because she is everlasting and never tires of me and allows me to pull he and play with her and b with her and she NEVER ever pops my float….
Dear Miss. MOther Nature…
