May 06, 2016

I Am A Warrior

May 06, 2016/ Kya Dubois

Today, I am a warrior.

Unapologetically and unabashedly.

I choose to emulate the fire that resides in us all; for myself, for you.

I choose to walk through life authentically, to allow what I quiet within myself to yell freely and loudly.

Today, I am a warrior.

To absurdly and outwardly scream, "Look at me and all that I am"

I choose to put aside insecurities and shame.

To face life and opposing turbulence as my equal.

Today, I am a warrior.

I choose to balance my energies, allowing the Masculine Divine to step forth and roar with all its power and might.

Today, I am a warrior.

I choose to acknowledge all that I am, have been, and will be.

I choose to acknowledge all that I have learned, am learning, and will learn, in all my lives.

Today, I will not apologize for my wild heart.

When fate whispers, "You can not withstand the storm" I will stand up and say, "I am the storm".

Sky above me.

Earth below me.

Fire within me.

If only for today, I am a warrior.

Kya J Dubois

In the spirit of respect and truth, I acknowledge that I have the privilege to work and live on the traditional and unceded territory of the Ktunaxa Nation, which includes the Kinbasket family. I am in awe and gratitude of this landscape we dream in, and of the ancestral caretakers who sculpted the abundance we have the privilege of enjoying today.

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