Getting to There (Navel Gazing While Black)

Longevity of life force is not a part of my generational story. We leave early and bloody. Guns turned to temples swimming in despair, bodies bloated and found after days alone and unlooked after, hearts and brains stuttered and seized by arteries no longer able to carry their burden. Longevity of life is not our … Continue reading Getting to There (Navel Gazing While Black)

Even Monsters Need Flowers, Part 3

In this third segment of the story, some thoughts on forgiveness: The questions of forgiveness continue to bang around for answers within me. Who deserves forgiveness? Who desires it? What purpose does forgiveness serve? And who benefits from it?  The truth for me is this: My daughter needed me present (at least by video conference) … Continue reading Even Monsters Need Flowers, Part 3

Even Monsters Need Flowers, Part 2

Image Credit: Gaian Bird Last week I began telling the story of Ancestral Trauma as it has played out in my life as a Black Womxn in America. I continue the story here: One of my daughters has developed a practice of calling or emailing me every three to five years. This began about 10 … Continue reading Even Monsters Need Flowers, Part 2

These Hands Are All I Have

“Consider the holiness of your hands. They are how you do your work on this earth; they are a microcosm of the hands of the Goddess, and can change the world as easily as hers can.” ― Dianne Sylvan, The Body Sacred From my About page: "For better or worse we live in a consumer capitalist society. I … Continue reading These Hands Are All I Have

Embracing the Dark

I am an angry Black Womxn because white people keep showing me why I need to stay mad. ~ Gaian Bird   Always reading Women Who Run with the Wolves, by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. It's one of those books like a holy scripture for me. In those lists of the the top three or four people … Continue reading Embracing the Dark