The Source of the River is Freedom
No matter how far a river flows, it cannot forget its source. When I was seven or eight years old, I used to play at the river not far from my house. It was actually more of a stream.
Either way, it was irresistible, especially during the rain. I remember the smell of the trees and the soil, the sound of the water as it flowed over the rocks and the occasional sight of a snake or a salamander. Most of all, however, I remember the freedom.
The source of the river is freedom. When my first child was born, I buried his placenta not far from the riverbank where I used to play as a boy. I prayed that he would go far, but never forget his source.
Today, as I sit down by the river, I remind myself of who I am and where I'm from. It's not enough to have a purpose; you must remember it, you must act upon it and manifest it again and again.
Like a river, you will flow through many terrains and meet many people. Some will flow with you for a long time. Others will simply watch you pass by. No matter what happens, you must continue the journey... But never forget.
Live the medicine.
Obafemi Origunwa, MA | ObafemiO.com
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Live the Medicine
Obafemi Origunwa, MA
Thought leader, Ifa priest and author of four definitive books, Obafemi Origunwa inspires metamorphosis through living the medicine that will heal your life and heal the lives of the people you're destined to serve.