for my next trick, Or, A Prophet’s pilgrimage
I passed out yesterday (Tuesday) afternoon. This Houston heat done got me! I felt it coming on and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I felt my head go light, my legs turn to mush, and as hard as I tried to mentally fight it off, telling myself to just breathe, just breathe, I felt myself falling back, hands out, trying to brace for the fall. Luckily the curb caught me. And thank God for this lil amount of booty cheek I got that cushioned the landing because otherwise, I’da been ass out! Literally! Two inches higher and I woulda caught it on the hip. Praise the Lord for that near miss.
It was pretty scary. I was visibly shaken, shaking, sweat pouring down my face and neck, hands & heart trembling as I stumbled to a nearby mediterranean cafe that was thankfully only a few meters away from the bus stop where I was waiting. I barely made it to the patio, asking the busser if I could have a seat for a moment. “Go inside, go inside. The air is on inside,” he insisted, pointing me towards the entrance. “I’m not gonna make it,” I muttered, immediately plopping into the seat next to the table he was cleaning, feeling another wave coming on. “I just need a second.” I felt absolutely helpless. There is nothing you can when your body gives out on you. I sat there, for what felt like an eternity, eyes closed, letting the second wave wash over me, mind blank, trying to regain my composure. Yes, I had water with me. Yes I had been drinking water all day, but this Houston heat don’t give a damn. She said, “Girl, sit yo ass down,” and down my ass sat.
It was embarrassing. Of course I had no reason to feel that way, but I was alone, completely unfamiliar with the area, and the last thing I needed was to end up being hospital-mates with my ma. It’s moments like these that really put things into perspective. Did my life flash before my eyes? Kinda. But it was very brief. My main focus was on getting some ice water. That’s all I could think. Water. I need water. I eventually made my way inside, dazed and confused, sitting off in a corner sipping my ice water and iced tea as I clutched my face in my hands for the next hour, trying to recalibrate my inner G and regain my composure. You think you’re strong until your body tells you otherwise. You think you have friends until no one answers the phone when you call. You think people have your back until they turn their backs on you with no hesitation after hearing lies from someone mad at you for things they did to you, never stopping to question the validity of this person’s story or character. But when people never ask for your side of the story, it’s because they’ve already chosen their side. So make em stand on it.
Naturally I spent the rest of the day & today resting & hydrating, hence why I missed our Tuesday breathe sesh. I do trust you’ll forgive me, Sweet HaHts. Aside from a bruised ass cheek, a slight strain to my wrist, and perhaps a baby bruise to what was left of my ego (if anything at all) I think I’ll recover. Obviously this was unexpected, but then again my entire time down here in Texas has been precisely that, so I suppose it’s par for the course. But as is customary when we come to the end of our 99 day cycle, we take our month break. Therefore, this will be the last Weekly Woosah until we begin again in September. And I think it’s perfect timing. There’s been a lot going on here, and at this point, I fear my hopes for a serendipitous summer were washed away with the flood waters last month. But hey, every prophet’s gotta make their pilgrimage, amirite?
But it’s not just here. There’s a lot happening all over the world and it’s all just giving everything, everywhere, all at once, if you catch my drift. And I’ve got a lot to say about all of it, but to be Francesca (because why do we always have to be Frank?) the time isn’t ripe for speaking. I’m tired, and my ass hurts. I need a break. And for my next trick, I’m gonna do just that and take one.
For those of you who have been Woosah-ing with me once a week for the last just over one year—July 2024—, I give you my sincerest gratitude. For those of you who have been Breathing with me on the daily since January of 2023, wow, wow, wow, wow, WOW! You humble me. And to those who have been aligning with the Divine through 99 Reasons to Love You since September of 2022 & beyond, know that I see you, God sees you, and I pray that you see God in yourself and that your actions and your character reflect that Divinity. Lord knows I ain’t no saint, and Lord knows I don’t claim to be one, but walking in righteousness and integrity in everything you do will always be the move even if you have to walk away and alone for a season or two. No prophet ever worried about whether they were pleasing people. Their sole focus was in pleasing God. Sage advice for those with ears that see & eyes that listen.
Well, My Pretties, we have one more Monday Meditation Moment before the break, and I know I always say I’m gonna keep it short and sweet and then end up yapping for 20 minutes (Whatevuuuhhh! Shut it. You love it!), this time I am going to be brief and bid you adieu. It’s been a wild ride. And you could be anywhere in the world but you out here ridin’ wit me, and I love you for it. When the people thought they could take advantage of my kindness, you showed me love. When people thought they could siphon my light, you gave me a shield. And when they thought they could lie on my name, you pulled out the receipts. I’ve got mine too! But with friends like you, I never needed to use em. It’s nice to know there are still honorable people out there. Energy always returns to sender. Anywho, I’monna take a pain killer and hit the hay. It is well nigh past my bedtime. Have an unforgettable rest of your week and an equally electrifying weekend. And if I didn’t say it already, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for being a friend. Talk soon, my Sweets. Stay blessed EveryBuddy, & God speed!
Love Always (& Besitos!)
Your #1 Fan Girl & Queen of Hearts (of which there is no equal)