Days 57-59: Sylph

After you get in a stance and those calf muscles tighten up and you catch a glimpse of your reflection, something . . . happens.  You hold that head up higher.  You get your contrapposto on and face the world like, "Ninja what!  I got this."

That faith, gives you a freedom indescribable.  The knowing gives you confidence.  And the truth of the matter is revealed.  You realize that you are a vessel.  His vessel.  His energy pulses through your veins.  Your skin is thicker, bloodline stronger and it's flowing to the source.  And you understand that . . . you SHALL live . . . and not die. 

You will live, you will produce, you will be a spirit house, you will be fruitful, and multiply.

A sylph is a slender, graceful woman.  In folklore, she is one of a race of supernatural beings supposed to inhabit the air.  Yeah, I'm a sylph.  A bad ass motha, shut yo mouth!