Welcome To The Inkling

Today my friends has been a most peculiar of mornings. When I started my day with my usual cup of coffee and the New York Times, I had not grand plans for my Sunday ahead besides cruising the arts section before settling into front page news. It was here on page 7 that my day changed. I was reading about C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien at Oxford together, and the literary group that used to gather called the Inklings where they shared manuscripts that would one day turn into cultural classics. I read 'the inklings' and it was like a switch board of lights blew up inside of me and I had to start creating my publication. The tie was too perfect it demanded my attention, you see I am a woman who follows the inkling I get in my stomach the one that tells me yes, no, listen, or look. My intuition is growing more solid, as I trust the inkling more they turn to full messages.

I love when the words call to me, nearly demanding that I sit down and write. The other inkling piece of me is the woman who loves to see the ink spot on my middle finger from using my refillable fountain pen or the cramping of my fingers as I try to release onto the keyboard what is rushing though and out of me. Writing is fundamental part of my creative expression.

I am part of a bigger inkling as well, the larger inkling of the witches waking up who know there is more to this life. The witches addressing the wounds of mistrust against our sisters fostered by a patriarchy that wages femicide. The witches who have felt the inkling of their power and are allowing the inkling to grow into receiving the call.

If I wasn't avoiding my sadhana I probably would have seen the call coming. I spent time cleaning and resetting my sacred space yesterday and for the last two days, Durga has been calling to me. I was introduced to her while in Costa Rica last month for my YTT with Keepers of the Earth. I was taught a fire ritual in which she is a Goddess called in. Known as the Dark Mother I almost immediately connected with her. By the 3rd ritual she had hissed to me 'tare it down'. I know as a social worker that is part of my purpose on this earth, to tare down the social structures that harm the safety and health of all beings. We each have our own lane in the revolution and it seems one of the ways I am regularly asked to make change is to show my inner world. So, Durga I heed your direction and readers here I am.

I lovingly welcome you all to this space!