Which
Way Honey?
A
conversation with Enodia
I met with Enodia, goddess of gates,
pathways and crossroads.
She gave me a choice.
She said, Which way honey? Your path or theirs?
Your strength or defeat?
It was easy to choose.
One path enlightened, the other enshrouded.
Struggle, scandal, solitude.
I made the choice. I chose to choose.
Even if she would be eight, learning to
ride her bike
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight.
Eight. A young girl, riding her bike,
reading her book. Learning,
to choose.
But would she have a bike, a book, a
choice?
Food to survive?
I made a choice.
Made, laid, stayed, the bill was paid. But
today?
My mind had swayed.
Or remains unswayed?
Maybe I could have. Maybe I should have?
But there’s that word, should have.
My momma always warned me about words like
that.
Should have.
So demanding, demeaning, disappointing.
Enodia would tell me, Honey, look the other way,
Down
the other path.
I’m saying!
My body, my actions, my future. Is that demanding?
Liberating
I had a voice, I made a choice. Is that
demeaning?
Empowering
I’ve grown, rooted, bloomed and shared. Is
that disappointing?
Fulfilling.
Liberating, empowering, fulfilling.
Freedom, strength, growth, autonomy, power,
progress, sovereignty, energy, action.
I met with a Enodia and she gave me a
choice.
She said, which way’s it gonna be honey?
Theirs?
Or yours?
