Magical Mentorship

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Ity Fern has an early class on Saturdays and I am tucked away at @cremacrema preparing for my first of three classes that I am facilitating on reading Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler as a sacred text with my own greater ancestral spiritual community who want to drop into this written lineage as a guide. Leaning on ancient Sophianc wisdom studies and on @adriennemareebrown and @toshireagon as my teachers and guides through this work.

We are alive right now as the moon waxes to its full Snow gloriousness and at the cross quarter point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox which seasonally and ancestrally has been a reminder through signs; lambing, early flowers such as snowdrops or hellebores popping up, and the slow creep of the sun’s return. All are offerings of a spark of the light of Spring in the heart of Winter.

Macaroni, who wants nothing but to snuggle with these cats, who constantly tease her with pretend love and then pop her afterward every time. My sweet kind dog who just sits still hoping this time will be different but knowing that mama will praise her and give her belly rubbles for being so darn sweet!

We are not broken. The systems entrenched in compliance and disregard for humanity are broken and if you work inside them then you need to be HOLLERING for them to change. So many been outside them BEGGING for them to change.

When you get to choose how you spend your days…🥰

I’m a 6th Generation Nashvillian because my great great great grandfather Thomas Mogan and his wife Bridget Varley Mogan settled here after following the railroad from Massachusetts to Tennessee. Born in Ireland, both Thomas and Bridget made a home of downtown Nashville. Thomas was the station master of the Gulch train yard where Union station stands now. Bridget ran the properties, buying 40 plus pieces of land in and around downtown over the years of the 1890s through until she passed in 1914 and Thomas in 1917. They had been priming their youngest daughter, Julia Mogan, to take the reins and she did while being the matriarch to her dead sister’s children and grandchildren who were my great grandmother, Mercedes Bain Davis, and her 4 children one of whom was my grandmother Julia Clare Davis Butler. When my mama was very little Aunt Julia and Mercedes were in charge of the family and then just Mercedes after Julia passed. I was raised by my grandma Julia Clare and my mother Ellen Clare, who was so named after the eldest daughter of Thomas Mogan and the mother of Mercedes and sister to Julia who left the earth too early of consumption in 1903 when her daughter was only 12. We are a long line of strong Irish American women of Nashville and this man was the kind of human who knew that women needed to run the show. And so he played his part, made money and listened when his wife, daughters and granddaughters spoke truth to prosperity. Of course, their privilege was embedded in being white immigrants during the gilded age. We must always own our privilege even amid the hardest conditions. They came from starvation in Ireland and prospered never having to worry that it would be taken away because of the color of their skin. Poverty to immense wealth in two generations. And in two more generations back to working middle class by my generation for a thousand small imperceptible reasons that all lead clearly to the fact that capitalism and bootstrapping is a racket even for wealthy white people. And now the way hoarding wealth is managed and ensures humans are not thriving it’s only a matter of time before enough catch on and dismantle it. I’m here for it all.

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