I began this Curing or Healing post one sleepless night a few blurry weeks ago, tugged by the swell of activation energy in my physical and emotional body. After much editing, I’m sharing what was my stream-of-consciousness-style writing in a series of posts that expand on an earlier blog about revolutionary healing. Ultimately this series stems from my lived experience healing myself and catalyzing healing for and with others. It is a beginning attempt at pulling it all together for you. No two healing stories are the same, and as such, there is no definitive “how-to” for healing. This, rather, is a framework, with boundaries […]
I Don’t Know…
These three words are powerful. I hear them often in my conversations with womxn, and I’ve thought, spoken, even screamed them many times, too. I’ve noticed that feeling disconnected from our knowing is a theme for womxn and that it often stems from self-doubt. Feeling resourced and connected to our knowing stems from self-trust. It’s clear to me after decades of healing, both experienced and observed, that catalyzing self-trust is one of the foundational elements in revolutionary healing.
Vulnerable. It’s the word that resonated for me the moment a doctor pulled our daughter from my womb, and it’s the one that I return to when I’m contemplating motherhood. My whole heart was suddenly outside of my body the day she was born. I knew this would expand my capacity to feel and to love, and I also knew that my heart would get farther and farther away from its protective cage as my daughter grew, expanding my capacity to feel that vulnerability. Surrendering to this lesson, this truth, has not been easy.
At the time I also remember wondering if they added a sizeable dose of guilt […]
Our family had an important decision to make this week. For the first time in a long time, I struggled to connect with what felt good and right for me and my family.
Despite the challenge, there were nuggets of goodness in this process. One was the reminder of my continuous evolution. I realized the uncomfortable sensations and feelings that accompanied this process, while distantly familiar, are no longer an everyday thing. For me, the “Big D” feelings that understandably come with Big D (or seemingly life-altering) decisions plagued me even with inconsequential decisions. Another nugget of goodness was the opportunity to take a coaching approach with myself. After some time spinning my […]
I recently posted on Instagram that I’m feeling the pull to rest and reflect, to go inward. This great awakening is offering me so many opportunities for healing, and rest is a crucial part of that healing. We’re almost halfway through 2020—this pull to rest and reflect is my body is syncing up with the time and season so I can create space for integration of all the work in the first half of this year.
In this spirit, I thought I’d share a short list of some of the ways I’m healing and learning right now. I feel like it’s important to […]
I muted myself last week on social media, inspired by Jessica Wilson and Alishia McCullough‘s Amplify Melanated Voices movement. I paused and invested more time in listening, learning, and taking action. I invite you to read my blog thoughts (at the bottom of this page) AFTER you look through this list of resources and, if you haven’t already, pick a few Black men and women to learn from and listen to right now. Their voices are more impactful and important than my own in this work. I’ve first highlighted the voices and resources that I’ve already been following. Below that I’ve included […]
I’m an empath who’s still learning to find my edge. Empathy and sensitivity are superpowers when wielded well, but this superpower can feel like a heavy weight when I’m unclear about where I end and others begin. Boundaries are essential.
I’ve been feeling this weight a lot lately, which is a signal for me to return to myself. One way I do this is through journaling and writing. Putting words on paper creates space for my truth and my edge to emerge. One of my readers gave me some touching feedback this week—she told me to keep writing; that the world needs to hear what I have to say. I hope that when […]
I love this picture of my mom and me.
When I was younger, this photo reminded me that my mom was not only my mom. I could glimpse her as a daughter, a sister, a wife, a friend, a co-worker, and a woman with experiences, feelings, needs, and interests of her own, independent of me. I was in awe of this and of her.
My mom always laughed when she talked to her best friend. She still does. When I was young, this felt like another glimpse into my mom as not only my mom. She was someone else, too. And that felt good. I felt her laughter in […]
Hippie (noun): a person, typically young, especially in the late 1960s and early 1970s, who believed in peace, was opposed to many of the accepted ideas about how to live, had long hair, and often lived in groups and took drugs.
My daughter’s tween friends recently labeled her “the hippie” of their group. While part of me cringed at the act of assigning a label, part of me cheered inside. I suspect they weren’t referring to the long hair or the drugs. I suspect, rather, that they connected my almost-twelve-year-old with the idea that hippies don’t conform to societal norms. This, I think, can be […]
My mind and heart are overwhelmed by all that is happening in our world right now. The feelings are big and hard, and while I know they’ll get smaller and easier someday, the uncertainty and unknowns will likely be here for a while. I’ve seen so many people showing up to support each other in so many ways, and that makes me feel hopeful even as I grieve and move through the feelings. I’ve been contemplating how I can best serve from home as I also teach my kiddos and nurture my family. I shared on Instagram this week that I’m offering six weeks of free […]