x roads

how are you faring? how are you held in this new season? already tender from transformation? tucked away inside a chrysalis conjured by grandmother spirits, quietly weaving its corners closed and rocking you softly in your sleep?

lots of changes are underway and soon to be underway, and some might say they are at a “crossroads in life”, or otherwise literally go in search of a crossroads near them like change can only be activated by an act of geography.

but in times like these, and many a time, in places where humans live so densely, so surveilled, have you considered that like our ancestral land we carry a crossroad inside each of us? a temple at the four corners of our inner spiritual world, filled with ancestral congregations waiting with ears bent to the angles of our prayers?

and sometimes people are crossroads, ones who connect conditions with opportunities, or speak across a veil (and it IS particularly thin this season).

I just want you to know you have many opportunities for Hoodoo this month, because it’s already inside you. if you attend no celebrations, keep a reasonable bedtime, read no folklore, sing no spirituals, if the saints and feast days pass you by, you can still talk to your dead at any time and keep their names scrawled on the walls of your heart.

it’s enough to be a survivor, a witness…a baby. it’s enough if all you do is ask them for help, or sit with them in a dream like a child at their elder’s feet, allowing so much to be transmitted by closeness. it’s enough to need them this time. and to cry. and wait for an older hand to steal through the veil, and pull you into their embrace. across. a road. a way.