UBUNTU: Ancestral Wisdom for Healing (The Body Temple)

Spirituality, Wellness, Writing

Originally published on The Body Temple.

I’m an introvert.

I know, I know… everyone is an introvert these days. But really, I am, and I was before it was popular to say so. I’m not painfully shy, but my alone time is precious. I feel drained if I spend too much time around a crowd (or only a few people… or even one person if the connection isn’t just right) and I need lots of time to recuperate. I love humanity with my whole soul, but ask me to engage with folks in that standard-issue, smile-and-act-interested kind of way that people expect… and it’s gonna be a ‘no’ from me, dawg.

Please invite me. I probably won’t come. But I love you. ❤

Admittedly, though, even as a solid introvert, I have still always had a longing for community. It’s a paradox I am constantly cycling through, and recently, it began to make sense.

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Bleed Like a Goddess (The Body Temple)

Spirituality, Womanhood, Writing

Originally published on The Body Temple.

Confession: I love my period.

Yes, you read that right. I LOVE bleeding.

I’m not trying to brag, and trust me, I realize that this is not the case for all women. (It wasn’t always the case for me, either.) Many of you might experience crazy cramps (been there), wild PMS (definitely been there), Red Sea-level flows (that was me), and so on. Physical and emotional issues with bleeding can be even more intense if you struggle with fibroids, PCOS, if you’ve been raped (#metoo), assaulted or molested, had miscarriages, abortions (sigh… yes), or were told that this natural bodily function is dirty, unhealthy (heard that one), or a punishment for sin (yep, that too).

Community Bellydance: Soular Sunday

Dance, Spirituality

My favorite way to dance is barefoot, outside, with my beautiful people. I am fortunate that I often have the opportunity to do so. One of the best times was during the first Soular Sunday event at Marvin Gaye Park in Northeast DC. I love that part of the city, the air was full of joy, and it was as if the DJ was speaking to my soul.

Nostalgia: The Soul Sedative That Had Me Stuck

Spirituality, Uncategorized, Womanhood, Writing

(Originally published on my former website The Pleasure Prescription.)

I didn’t know I was an addict. But thinking about it now, I’ve always liked the odd emotional combinations induced by retrospection. It’s akin to yams with sautéed collards; dark chocolate and cherries; black coffee and gelato – fond memories and the smarting sensation of separation from them. A little bitter with the sweet intensifies the flavor.

I Must Be Wild

Love, Spirituality, Womanhood, Writing

When the pretty flowers seduced man into assisting them with the propagation of their species, did they know that the cost would be their freedom? They flaunted bright colors and intoxicated us with fragrance, and for such witchcraft we have relegated them to exist in the confines of garden walls and raised beds for their whole lives.