Sometimes if I sit with myself long enough, my mind will linger to my past pain. Not too ruminate or to dwell. But to do a temperature check: Does it hurt as much as it used too? What comes up for me as a I reflect? As I reflect and feel, what are the things in my life that I need to put more intentioned focused attention to? What needs are not being met and what needs to shift to address that? Facebook reminded me of a picture I posted a year ago. I was thin, pail, and there is … Continue reading Temperature Check
Anger is such an impossible beast. It wrestles within you. It eats you alive while demanding a seat at the table. And if you ignore it, it waits and then flips the table unexpectedly at the worst possible time and requires you to clean up the mess. And if you feed it, it’s bottomless, it will never be satiated. So what is one to do. Anger is afraid, that if you look hard enough, you’ll see it for what it really is – hurt. And the hurt is harder to sit with. So maybe flipping tables and being irate all … Continue reading anger
My father used racial and sexist slurs since I can remember. I was seven years old when he called my best friends ni**ers and the women on my mom’s, side including my mom, bitches and putas. I was 1o years old the first time I really realized there were differences in my existence than others. I was living in Ohio and I was the only Latina in the entire school which went from kindergarten to eighth grade. There was only one other black student and one other Indian student. They were both in my class. I was the only student … Continue reading Bah bah black sheep have you any wool? Or maybe some tissue for my light skinned tears?