I finished my therapy session this week feeling seen. Seen by my therapist and most importantly seen by myself. In my journey to be an amazing therapist and healing assistant, I’ve been on a voyage to heal a sister. I’m the sister! I don’t identify as a healer, I feel that in order for one to heal, they have to put some work in; people heal themselves with the help and guidance of others.
Read MoreOne of the primary reasons why I joined C2C was for the opportunity for spiritual growth. My answer to “what are you willing to do?” even became a reflection on my obsession with freedom. I’m currently seeking to use the medium of script writing and songwriting to capture my complex relationship to, and understanding of freedom. Previously, indulging in spirituality added so much value to my being but I began to develop a toxic relationship to it, hence the saying “too much of a good thing is a bad thing”.
Read MoreAs my hands begin the process of crafting and carving these lino blocks, I'm thinking of these faces. I am thinking about the features: eyes, lips and hair. Faces that I love, Black and Indigenous People of Color. A reflection of who we are. I think about the role of this block print and how it resembles a fossil. Fossils are the preserved remains, or traces of remains, of ancient organisms. I think about the layers in our history, our features, our ancestry. Our people.
What am I willing to do? I am willing to be the vessel that I am. This is only the beginning, now is the moment when we ascend. There is no going back to bondage or blindness. No more silence. I renounce this posture of obedience. I renounce this posture submission.
That is why I am answering this Call To Create.
Read MoreI am in the call to create as the streets are on fire
What are you willing to do?
To answer that question: I will change the things I can not accept
Considering the 3 points above, it is incredibly heavy for me right now with the deaths of Ahmaud, Breanna, George and Oluwatoyin
I was born 6 months before the assassination of Martin Luther King and 1 year before Fred Hampton was murdered in his home
I was raised with love and generational scars. Wrapped in collective PTSD, secrets and forced silence. Exposing those generational scars because despite all the love, hurt people hurt people
Resiliency was never an option
No periods ending these words because the revolution continues not to be televised
My community had and have to recalibrate, to find a new space to thrive and be
Another space, out from the chaos, found in the country or the bottle
