From Uprooted to Repotted

Us humans are intresting creatures.

We came from the Earth Mother, Plants that turned human.

Consider how alike we are to plants:

Just as roots draw up nutrients from the Earth. We eat food that’s from the earth.

Our bodies do the work of balancing the life giving energy from the sun, with the purity of water.

Plants thrive when they’re in a community; picture a lush forest. We also need each other for friendship and support.

Plants require a home. Some form of stable ground where they can spread their roots.

Houses are like pots, A safe space, where we feel comfortable to spread our roots.

After travelling, I came back to my childhood pot. The shadows of my roots welcomed me back. Reconnected with my past self, Honouring the younger version of me. Thankful for how much I’ve grown and learnt.

As the plant grows, the roots take up all the space that’s available. A pot bound plant needs more earth to take in nutrients, but most are resilient enough to survive being pot bound. When they’re eventually repotted into a bigger home the plant experiences stress, until they have adjusted to their new home where they can thrive once more.

I liked my childhood pot, but had outgrown it. I felt a call to live in a totally new place. So I made myself homeless again. With a handful of my belongings on back, I drifted through England.

Uprooted, living in hostels, no stable ground to claim as my own, it dulled my light. I was in survival mode, didn’t have it in me to do what I love; create.

After relentlessly messaging landlords, I eventually found a pot I could call home in Exeter.

The first few days I was feeling down in my new home. The air was really thick and muggy, which added to my blues. Sleeping with the windows wide open, but no breeze graced me.

One day I was woken up at 5:30 am by heavy rain. A wide smile spread across my face. Thank you beautiful rain! I ran outside dancing, singing “FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN…”

I looked up the song, and the lyrics resonated so well with my situation. The universe is always talking to us. I’ve linked in the version with the lyrics so you can dance and sing to it too!

Thanks for reading! Expect more regular posts as I’m feeling the divine creative energy run through me.

Forgive And Forget

Ending the story between myself and this Athenian malaka.

As Sometimes,

We need to take a step back,

Say Sorry,

Otherwise,

It will Keep,

Waying You Down.

Forget it,

Really Forget it.

I know this goes against what I wrote in another blog post, but what can I say, I’m developing!

Do Not Let Your Trauma Define You.

That’s Easier said than done I know…

Let’s Start…

Analysing the Words We Use.

Let me tell you a Secret…

Each time We Tell Ourselves,

We are Not Good Enough,

Our Brain takes that As Fact,

And You will Become Just That…

Not Good Enough.

Be careful with language.

“I was hurt, it destroyed me”

Or

“I was hurt, I am healing”

Can you see the difference that has?

This Is Not Avoiding Your problems.

Be Honest,

Write down Your Problems,

I’ve been putting mine in the Fire.

Feels very freeing

Surrendering it to the Universe.

Anyway I go off tangent easily!

To The Athenian malaka,

I’m Sorry,

You were

Born + Raised

In a Toxic System

Taught to Hate Yourself

It sucks.

But it helps me

Understand…

The Way You Are,

Your Behavior,

Was Learnt

At a Young age.

You saw Other Men,

Disrespecting Women.

And You Thought it was

Normal.

I’m Sorry.

To Fight or Not to Fight?

That is the Question…

I came across an athenian man’s instagram account.

Claiming to be a “Media News Company”

His content?

Pictures of A WombAn

with captions such as:

“pimple monster” “ugly” “catfish”

Fire In My Belly!

How Dare he!

MisTreatMySister!

WombAn Rising.

Patriarchachy crumbling.

Do Not Understimate Us.

We Are More Connected to the Earth Mother.

We Fight

With

Our

Whole

Mind

And

Heart.

Intuitively Stronger.

Strong Instincts.

Protect. Love. Defend.

Go on Make Fun of Me!

You Can’t You Cunt.

Because I love Myself.

I Want to Make myself Look Weird

Because I AM Weird!

And Proud.

No Place For Bullying Here.

Warrior Hair

I Am Warrior Earth Goddess.

I Do Not Want To Fight.

When We Fight Others,

We Are Fighting Ourselves.

We’re All Connected

Don’t you get it?

NO! You’re Not Getting It!

We Are Sentient

We Are Sick of It

Peaceful Protesting

Speaking Out

Against Crimes

Towards The Earth.

Us Because We

The Earth.

Using Non Violent Direct Action.

Protests, Petitions, Demonstations

But When The

Corrupted Patriarchal System

We Are currently Being Oppressed by

Does Nothing To Support Us.

We Take Matters into Our Own Hands.

I Got A Message…

I received a message, about my Thank You Sisters blog post.

When it starts off with “I read your blog…”

I’m like yay! Excited that people actually read what I have to say!

But their comment turned sour…

Telling me that I should not have talked badly about my childhood “it wasn’t that bad.” My father and grandmother would be “distraught” if they read it.

The self doubt demons crept in. There were good times in my childhood too. Maybe I am over overexaggerating?

Soon snapped out of this mindset slaying those demons with the Truth. My Truth.

They didn’t even know me when I was growing up. But even if they did, telling someone that their bad experience isn’t “that bad”, is extremely toxic, it’s called gaslighting.

No matter how big or small, your trauma is, the feelings that arise from it are valid.

Remember that you can never Fully understand Anyone, other than Yourself. As you are not in their brain and have not walked their footsteps. Question your own reality. Not other people’s!

If my family are disappointed in what I wrote. This is their ego talking. Know that when I share what happened, it allows me to process and heal. My well being comes before their reputation.

I have forgiven, but I will not forget. It’s My story and it Made me who I am.

This is BIG Mouth Naomi! Where I write whatever I Want. I will share more about my life, so if you can’t handle it, don’t read it!

We Are Strong!

Rise Up Like the Sun

Does anyone else get waaayyy too excited and start loads of different projects?

I can’t help it, my mind is buzzing with ideas!

I did give myself a little pep talk this morning though, like Naomi you need to finish, before starting another project! If not I’ll end up with loads of unfinished bits and bobs and get overwhelmed at what to do.

I wanted to add this song to my last post. But thought Naaah!

Let’s do a whole post dedicated to this tune!

Watch Pat Benatar sing her heart out and tell an emotional story through dance and song.

An Authoritative dad yells at his daughter.

Young Rebellious Woman Roars back.

The loving mother looks at her partner like a scared child. Distraught over his harsh punishment towards their daughter. Without even discussing it with her.

Toxic masculinity at its finest.

Tightening her grip on her wedding ring. Shaming herself because she’s not strong enough to leave this asshole of a man.

Kicked out of her Home. Feeling like an Outcast. We see her story unfold. She becomes a woman of the streets. Men constantly lingering around her. Defiantly singing past them.

Enters in a smokey room…haha I just had too!

People moodly staring. We’re introduced to a creepy guy with a silly grin.

Boring night at the club; everyone looks depressed.

When we hear a woman scream.

She’s being harassed by that creepy guy!

Strong Women draped in rags emerge on the dance floor. Support is here. Dancing with Power and Unity.

The Man is looking really freaked out!

I could help myself! He’s such a meme!

I’m surprised they dance together! Then again it is a music video Naomi! There’s fierce dances like Paso Doble that represent fighting. I’ve been watching too much strictly come dancing lol

She chucks holy water to cleanse the toxic masculinity in him. He touches her without her permission. Without fear she bats him away. Shimmying out the door with her girl gang.

Out in the daylight we can really see the amazing outfits the women have! Love the bright clashing colours. The 80s! What a cool time heh?

They thank and bless each other before going their separate ways.

Finishing with Pat Benatar strutting her stuff towards the sunset.

Beautiful.

Three Sisters In Athens