Yemaya’s Day

It’s Saturday. In the Yoruba tradition, that means we’re standing in Yemonja’s house. Or Yemaya, depending on who you’re talking to.

You ever feel like the universe is chewing you up and spitting you out? Like the waves are bashing you against the rocks just for sport?

If you’re drowning in the mess, today is the day to ask for a lifeline. You’re looking for that maternal energy that says, “Yeah, life is hell, but I’ve got you.”

Just don’t get it twisted. Yemonja isn’t some soft, cookie-baking caricature. She’s the ocean. She’ll hold you while you cry, but she’ll also smack you upside the head if you’re acting like a fool. It’s that necessary, tough love.

If you need that specific blend of sanctuary and a reality check, try saying this. Call it a prayer, a spell, or just a desperate conversation with the ceiling.

The Prayer

“Mother Yemonja, I’m in the weeds.

Life is riding me hard and I can’t catch a break. You control the tides; do me a favor and calm the hell out of mine.

I need to breathe. I need a pause. I need to stop treading water for five seconds.

Wrap me up in that deep blue silence. Let me rest. Remind me that the storm passes.

Thanks for the sanity check. Asé.”