theobroma: food of the Gods
I had a dream a couple months ago about the power cacao has in guiding me
I had friends I knew from another life come into this one and offer me a lead spot at their coffee shop to develop a cacao program
Food, classes, energy work, whatever came up. I was meant to listen to her spirit and bring forth what she spoke
It felt like the lushest pathway possible
A vision of a future that could be open if I just choose to have cacao guide me along
I didn't think of Happy Belly as being a love letter to cacao and chocolate, but it is
So many of my creations are made from the rich waters and depths of this magical plant. Ambrosia incarnate. Enough to intoxicate Gods and mortals alike
When I was little, my mom and I lived with my great grandmother in her old farmhouse
We sat around the table every night and enjoyed dinner with each other. Sometimes after dinner I would find myself going over pages and pages of her Hershey's Chocolate Lover's Cookbook while they cleaned. Literally lost in the pages of possibilities
After this most recent dream, I like to think I was hearing her call so many years ago when I was a kid
She molded me, shaped me, and whispered to me at the time I was most open to receive
Bea is literally chugging her mug of warm cocoa after playing in the snow right now and her animal sounds act as a reminder that we're all given to the call of wildness when it comes
The call of indulgence that is meant to heighten our consciousness, bodily understanding, and awareness of a power outside of ourselves
Anyway, wanted to jump on and share my thoughts and memories and dreams and a picture from the Happy Belly archives 😆👌💖
big outbreath
I've been doing automatic writing late at night. The anxiety I've been feeling usually peaks at 4am. Heart pounds, tough time catching my breath, mental chatter is high-- I know it's related to my babies and processing their deaths
So, in the moments before pencil hits paper, I clear my head and open my heart and ask for some guidance. This is what came through the other night:
"Thinking I'm alone in this is the point when I run into problems.
That separation is pain. That separation is illusion.
Truth is: we're all connected by a thread that runs through our hearts and through time.
This thread is made out of energy. The energy of creation. The energy of love. The energy everlasting.
Like a radiance and resonance from our heart, it beats and pulses out into the world. It flows without trying. So stop trying.
The same for our "progress".
Evolution is built into our DNA. If we step back and allow all things to flow from that sacred river, our lives can be so much richer.
Trust is hard in this place. But tapping into the "other" side-- the side of infinite-- makes all things possible. Like dipping a hand into the milkyness of the stars and pulling out gems.
We are not alone.
We are supported. That support is neverending and replenishing if we just step aside and trust.
I open my arms wide and welcome what is meant to come. Every lesson tailor made for me regardless of the "pain" I may perceive at the time. All my "pain" made me who I am right now. And I love me.
This is what our ancestors call rainbow union. The magical thread that connects us through body, spirit, and time. Never broken.
End of transmission."
BIG OUTBREATH writing this down and rereading it for the first time since quickly scribbling it
I thought this might sound like a stoner epiphany-- significant in the moment and hollow afterward-- but it feels like fresh air in a stagnant space.
Anyway, I thought I would share in case it resonates with anyone 🤷♀️
We're all in this together. We're all trying our best with what we've got. I can really appreciate that with where I'm at right now.
