My name is Time
I represent an awakening, an arising, an arousal. I encourage a state of health, wealth and vitality. I become that which I think, visualize and feel.
My question is, Who does My Time belong to? I say that again.
Who does My Time belong to?
If my thoughts begin racing to him and her and them, my boss, my mother, my father, then it is time to return to my own body.
To breathe deeply, center my thoughts upon myself, as my time belongs only to me. My time here on Planet Earth, with you, is my own.
In 2017, I had first heard of the Global Earth Exchange and Radical Joy for Hard Times, and that work shot a colorful rainbow of light and hope into my heart.
You see, for a few years I had been crying out to God, the Universe and Humans to uncover who is taking our people from the planet and where they are now. My heart was so very overwhelmed with the questions and the search for The Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls.
I longed to know and wanted to somehow give back to the First Nations People what the White Man had taken from them, so many moons ago. I felt such agony and loss that it overcame me with a darkness, a depression and an oppression that I could not seem to rise up from. No matter how much I prayed or who I spoke to, the dark cloud remained heavy upon my soul.
It occurred to me to give back, quietly and humbly into the natural world of the woods. In 2017 I created a Warrior Woman out of the soil, wood, twigs and branches of Mother Earth, to Honour the Missing and Murdered Women and Girls. There she be on the Earth in all her glory. A few days later, a fire broke out around her and the forest burnt for months. When I was finally able to return to the area, all I could do was cry. The fear and overwhelm gripped me to the point of near death.
Then, early this year I received an email from Trebbe Johnson to connect for this year’s Earth Exchange. I finally was able to share my story from 2017, and Trebbe offered me emotional and prayerful support from some members of the RadJoy network. Their act of love was the catalyst for me to Be Brave and to go back to the burnt-out land and create a new Warrior Woman who represents a Rising Up of Care, Strength, Courage and Dignity for myself, Women and all of humanity for the purpose of growth, development and healing.
This is a photo from one of my most gut-wrenching days in honour of Humanity Healing. In honour of The Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls. In honour of all those who have vanished from the face of this earth. In honour of the Global Earth Exchange and Radical Joy for Hard Times. To allow the loss to be uplifted and for a Radical Joy to settle in amongst the sorrows, questions and answers that may never come. And still be bold enough to continue asking the questions. Leaving no stone unturned until the Truths are brought into the Light.