Today something divine was born.
My niece Penelope.
my Mut Queen Afua,
and also an idea.
A concept.
A memory palace,
or a place for the interiors of the rooms of the palace
Or the notes on the walls of the rooms
To take shape.
A place for remembering and building.
A place for the future,
the foundation for what will come.
A place for ATUM.
a place for me.
chez atum by SESENMOON
I’ve opened a new sketchbook and call it chez atum. I look forward to how this space and these pages will grow and take shape. when I sit down to write, what I expect to come out is never what I see on the page/screen so I mostly look forward to what I will actually say.
August is my time to give birth — be it physically or spiritually. it seems I always bring something forth at this time. maybe because I am Nut. perhaps because my mother is.
I love the things I cannot answer. the quest, the journey. the slow life.
I have learned so many things so quickly. now I want to be more still again. to reflect and nurture each part. to sit inside of the knowing and go past that part so I can truly achieve overstanding.
so the silence and the peace can deepen.
I give thanks for this place, this experience, and this lifetime.
tua ntr