9 months of planning, promoting on social media, handing out flyers, sending emails and DMs, blogging and applying to grants and sponsorships so we can get this holiday going and this weekend, we gave birth (hence the picture of the baby) to what I’d like to call one of my greatest accomplishments. Black Women’s Day of Meditation is a holiday built around healing the world by first healing ourselves, starting with the group that is most affected by stress and systemic oppression.
I’m so proud of what we’ve set out to accomplish and to say that the day went off without a hitch would - well, it would be a lie - but it would go against the whole point of the day. Meditation isn’t about finding peace in a perfect world. It’s about finding peace in a world that is absolutely chaotic at times.
To be honest, on the day of this beautiful, peaceful holiday built around love and solidarity, I woke up in a crappy mood. My brain was racing from one worry to the next. I laid in bed trying to figure out why - of all days - my brain would decide to do me like this. Nine months of zen and calm and today I woke up ready to have a panic attack. I took a few deep breaths and sat up. Then something strange happened.
My brain had conjured up the image of me walking into the venue ready to kick off Black Women’s Day of Meditation while looking a hot-ass, frazzled mess. It was almost as if I’d pictured looking on the outside the way I felt on the inside. Something about that image helped me to relax. I shook my head and focused on what I was doing. Making tea. Brushing my teeth. Making my bed.
I’d like to say that my brain quit with the shenanigans but homegirl was still on some bull, so I did something that surprisingly worked really well. I put on some ratchet music. This allowed the kinetic energy inside of me to find an outlet.
So I’m on the road rapping along to City Girls when I arrive at the venue. I got my medi-TEA-tion juice (peach tea infused with herbs and fruit), some cups, my speaker and a number of other things. Then it hits me… I forgot to bring my own damn yoga mat. Again, I laugh and go around to the trunk, collecting up the things I DID have. I figured that I’d make it work somehow. No big deal! In this light-hearted state, I was able to remember that I’d always kept a yoga mat in my trunk. I dug it out from beneath all of the stuff, thanked my ancestors and ran across the street to the venue.
I’m not going to get into too much detail about the hour and a half of meditation. If you were there, you know what happened. If you weren’t, here’s the gist… Ajia and I introduced ourselves and we did a number of introductions around the room. Then we played a guided meditation from the Liberate App. After this, Ajia guided us in a meditation of her own. Then we listened to soothing music for about 25 minutes and concluded the evening.
When we first started, there were a number of sirens going off. Anyone familiar with Los Angeles knows that ambulances, fire trucks and police vehicles are a part of the auditory ambiance in this city. The walls of the venue were thin and every outside sound permeated the room, including music from the place next door. I’m not going to lie, I was freaking out. Thoughts of inadequacy and guilt - lower frequency thoughts - found their way to the forefront of my mind and I worried that people would regret having attended our event. Then suddenly the sirens seemed to stop as I sank into the words from the meditation. I’m not sure if it was because my focus had shifted or whether it was because the sirens really DID stop, but I was relieved and happy to have found my peace in that moment. I was also happy to have been reminded of the point of meditation. Again, it’s not about finding peace in a perfect world. It’s about finding peace in the world we live in.
From there, we drifted into our meditative states and when the music hit, I knew everyone was in a peaceful state right along with me. It’s hard to explain, but you know when the energy in a room is peaceful. For me, my confirmation came when I heard a small snore.
Once the meditation was over, everyone sat up and we talked a moment about how we felt. Some people grabbed more tea and socialized, others gathered their things and drifted toward the door. It was mission accomplished. Whether they (we) knew it or not, every woman in the room took their moment of peace with them to the outside world, better equipped to handle the chaos of life. Perhaps more clear on things. Perhaps more aware. Perhaps not. Regardless, for a moment, this small room of beautiful Black and Indigenous women were in tune with each other. And sometimes, that’s all it takes to start a movement.
May is the month of “The Big Day.” May is also mental health awareness month. It’s also the month where our theme is Inner Peace. So, yeah… a lot going on. With this blog post, I’d like to focus on all three of these things because in the awesome and beautifully poetic way that life works, they’re all very closely connected.
The Big Day
The Big Day is the national holiday that is Black Women’s Day of Meditation. It is the building block of our movement. It is the point of it all. Back in October when me, Ajia and Dominique set out to create this holiday we had massive plans that involved gathering thousands of people together in one place. We were going to have big celebrities like India Arie, Oprah and Halle Berry - people who promoted and embodied a lifestyle of mindfulness and meditation. Being that we were a few months out, it was going to be a big deal if we could pull it off. Of course, things didn’t quite go as planned but what was learned in the midst of our efforts was that small beginnings help you to build a sustainable creation. One that - like an infant - has time to grow from the inside out, taking on a life of its own. So for now, we are being patient with our little group. We are mindfully devoting our time to it and watching it take baby steps toward the worldwide movement that it will become. And I am happy to say that on May 11th 2019, small groups of women all over the United States will be gathered in celebration of an inclusive meditation holiday that encourages people all over the world to slow down, rest and come together in mind, body and spirit to make the world a better place. If you’re in the Los Angeles area, please feel free to join us. If you’re not in the Los Angeles area, please feel free to start your own group in observance of this day.
The point to everything I’m saying is that when you set out to do something, the energy in which you do it has to match the message you’re sending to the world. Starting out small, being patient, mindful and grateful has to be a big part of our process or what we’re trying to accomplish won’t mean anything. Additionally, the process forces us to embody those things. So the fact that our initiative didn’t blow up to Oprah levels doesn’t mean that we failed. It means that we must make peace with the process of building a movement. Slowly. Steadily. And patiently. Peace is the key to receiving all of the blessings that come with life’s many lessons. (Hey, that rhymed! :)
Mental Health Awareness Month
May is mental health awareness month. I didn’t know that until I saw all of the social media posts educating people about mental illness. After reading through dozens of Instagram and Twitter posts and articles online, however, I’ve learned a number of things that I didn’t know before. For example, did you know that 1 in 5 people in America suffer from mental illness? Or that an estimated 26% of homeless adults staying in shelters live with serious mental illness? These statistics are surprising but when you really think about them, it’s clear that mental illness affects all of us and has been surrounding us all along.
In my family - as with many African American families - the stigma of mental illness is high. I’ve heard family members dismissively refer to relatives as “crazy” or “sensitive.” The term mental illness was rarely (if ever) spoken - at least, not to my knowledge. Those who struggled with psychological disorders, like addiction or depression, were encouraged to go to church, seek prayer or just ‘get over’ their problems. Being “crazy" was something to laugh at or ignore. This was the old school way of dealing with mental illness. And this way was wrong.
Now that I’m older, my heart breaks for the people in my family who lived and died not having access to any real support or resources to help them with their illness. They’d instead been marginalized, ignored and humiliated for something that was out of their control. And the judgment must have surely agitated their situation, dissuading them from seeking help on their own (if they had the capacity to do so). It is my hope, to be a part of the movement that breaks this cycle in my family and in the world. Mental illness is not a joke. It shouldn’t be dismissed or treated like an embarrassing secret that has to be swept under a carpet somewhere. It is something that should be looked in the eye and death with. The resources that exist in order to help people who are struggling with their mental health are plentiful and becoming more and more prevalent as wellness and mental health gain attention as a societal priority.
With meditation, it is my hope to provide additional reinforcement to those who seek to make mental and emotional wellness a priority in their lives. While it’s not a replacement for professional medical help for mental illness, it is a great way to give our brains (and therefore our bodies) the rest it needs in order to relieve stress and prevent further agitation. In other words, meditation helps you to take care of your brain. Again, this is NOT to say that it is the only treatment needed. It is, however, a great resource to use in addition to whatever professional help may be needed.
Inner Peace, to some, may seem like a nebulous concept. A person might wonder what it really means. To me, it’s about finding peace within ourselves and therefore with every situation we find ourselves in. Being able to quiet the mind and observe the universe from a distance but with empathy and optimism. I’ve struggled a lot with finding peace within myself but meditation has really changed me and my outlook on life. It’s a lifelong learning process but one that is worth the effort.
This month, the month that we celebrate Black Women’s Day of Meditation, it is my hope that our collective efforts to find peace within will lead to world peace. Yes, I have high hopes but that’s because I know that all major changes on this planet start from within. The body of a fetus grows from the inside out. Plants grow from the inside out. Buildings can’t be built from the top down. The foundation must be set first and, from there, the structure is built - up and outward. With this in mind, I hope that we can all look into ways that meditation will help us on our journey to world peace. Because if we’re not at peace with ourselves, we cannot receive the blessing of finding peace with our neighbors.
So let’s take care of our mental health, find our inner peace and come together on May 11th to heal the world through collective meditation and consciousness.
I am a strong believer that the behavior and language we use towards others is a window into the way we treat our inner selves. In fact, I think this is exactly what people mean when they say someone’s bad actions “say more about them than the other person.”
To be honest, I never quite understood this until recently. In the past I'd put the “this says more about you than me” phrase into what I call the “high road” sayings. You know, the kind of sayings that are supposed to make you feel like a better person because you didn’t stoop to the same low level as the person who assaulted you but it still doesn’t really make you feel good. It’s like ‘yeah, they punched you in the face… but it says more about them than you."
Now that I’m older, I have a new saying and it goes like this...
Everyone is talking to a mirror.
I say this quite a bit these days because I believe it with all my heart. As a person who used to say some pretty messed up things to myself, some of my biggest regrets in life have been the times I’ve said terrible things to other people. And those regrettable mishaps tended to happen during the lowest points in my life. In other words, I talked so badly to myself that I slipped up and used some of the same abusive language that’d been swirling around in the inner workings of my sub conscious toward people in the outside world. I regretted these moments most for two reasons...
1. I was deeply embarrassed because I knew that I’d just revealed to this person what was going on in the deep recesses of my mind. Should this person decide NOT to receive whatever negative things I might’ve said or done to them, they would look at me - the source of the negativity - and understand that I was deeply troubled, that I was not to be trusted and that I maybe needed some help that - at the time - I was probably too ashamed to get.
2. The person might internalize the negativity I’d dished out to them.
The second reason listed is the worst of all. I knew (and know) that how other people choose to process the world around them is not my responsibility but still, no one wants to plant seeds of abuse into another person. While being embarrassed and exposing myself as someone who has some issues to work out is pretty bad, passing on the disease of negativity and self hate was - for me - unforgivable.
Regardless, after a bit of time to work on and forgive myself (it’s an ongoing process) I’ve had a chance to revisit so many moments in life. And so many of those moments involve identifying the times where I thought I was talking to someone else but was really just “talking into a mirror.” I’ve also revisited times when I’d been burnt by the hurtful words of someone only to realize that they were really just talking to themselves as well.
I’ll give you an example:
I worked on an indie film project a few years ago with a lead producer who’s not exactly well-known but has established a name for themselves in indie film circles. The project was EXTREMELY low budget. The kind of low budget where everyone is calling in favors and trying to make it work in any way possible. I’d personally done everything I could to save money and come in under budget, including things that were wayyyyyyyyy out of my job description as a producer. I’d taken a huge pay cut to do this job and, along with the physical and mental labor I underwent every single day for three weeks, I’d proven my commitment to the project over and over and over again. And then something went wrong. Something that I didn’t see coming. Something that wasn’t the worst thing to happen (and could’ve happened to anyone) but considering the high levels of stress we were all under, it was NOT a good thing. And so the lead producer and I had to have a conversation. In this conversation, the producer expressed his disappointment in my leadership and said a number of hurtful things about my overall performance. I remembered him using a particular phrase that I thought was really odd and thankfully, this phrase stood out enough to make me start to question everything else he had to say. He'd said that he was “over-promised” on me.
I was hurt hearing these words… for like 3 seconds.
And then suddenly a quick mental review of all the work I’d put into the project, the hours I’d sacrificed for practically nothing, the literal sweat that poured from my body as I moved equipment, painted walls and went above and beyond as a producer - flashed before my eyes. It was at this moment that I decided to reject his assessment. I decided that I was the best thing that could’ve happened to that project. I couldn’t think of anyone else with my level of experience and education who would’ve put in the kind of work that I’d put in. I started to wonder what would make him decide to use the phrase “over-promised” to describe me. How could anyone be “over-promised” on me when no one on the project knew who I was? I wasn’t some well-known, up-and-coming producer with big credits to my name. I was a "wild card” crew member, brought on last minute to help out as a favor to the director. It was then that it hit me that he was expressing his biggest criticisms… about himself. At that moment, I felt relieved. I also felt a little embarrassed for him. That experience gave me an outside perspective of what it looks like when we attempt to project our feelings of inadequacies onto others. And y’all… it’s not a good look. At all.
Now that I talk to myself a lot gentler, I don’t slip up and say mean things to people like I used to. I am also highly self aware and recognize when I’m in a low place because the last thing I need to do is take other people to that level with me. Self-care has been a big factor for me in this regard. When I hear the negative self-talk creeping in, I take a moment to stop and quiet the mind, soothing myself. I pay attention to the kind of words I use toward myself. I focus on my inner good and therefore, I can’t help but to see the good in others. Essentially, I meditate.
When you are gentle toward yourself, you are gentle toward others. Your inner-self likes you more, because you’re not going around abusing it. And because of this, your outer-self is quicker to be gentle with others. And people tend to like you more because you’re not going around abusing them.
So think of it this way. Clean your mental house up. Be kind and know yourself. Get your mind so comfortable with hearing gentle truthful words, from YOU, that when someone else tries to infiltrate with negativity that has nothing to do with who you really are - flaws and all - you can reject it outright. You can see clearly and quickly that the person is speaking to a mirror. And you can see when you are doing the same.
If you’ve had a chance to check out our Instagram, Twitter or the meditation challenge page, you know that this month, we'll be focused completely on the act of forgiveness. So with this blog post, I wanted to share with you my personal journey through the land of forgiveness.
When I was younger, my entire outlook on life was built around Old Testament justice. I believed in doing the right thing and I also believed that God would take care of “my enemies” who would one day be a footstool for my pedicured tootsies (Ps. 110:1). So I waited and waited because I wanted to be in the front row, snacking on popcorn, enjoying the groveling of those who'd wronged me while choosing whether to grant them the clemency they so desperately wanted from me. Yeah, to say I was in for a rude awakening would be the understatement of the century.
Despite coming to the full understanding that those who did me wrong are not obligated to drop dead on the spot (hell, they’re not even obligated to acknowledge their actions), I still wanted some kind of tangible vindication for my pain. I mean, how else can I release the person from my headlock of guilt if they don’t emotionally and very publicly say “Uncle”? I felt I needed this in order to let go. But what I didn’t understand was that my unwillingness to let go was tying me forever to the life of the very person I deemed “my enemy.” I also needed to ask myself how this person and their past action was still a part of my story. If I’d cut them off, why was the pain still there? And who was I mentally (and sometimes verbally) sparring with about the situation?
MAKING PEACE WITH MYSELF
This is where forgiveness started for me. Through meditation and nonjudgmental observation of my thoughts, I began to realize that I needed to forgive myself and release whatever I’d internalized. For example, I’d been hurt years back and - despite my relentless grudge against the person who’d hurt me - the real truth was that I’d blamed myself. My deeper consciousness was overly critical, saying things like “You LET that happen” or “You were so stupid.” Repeatedly saying these things to myself at a subconscious level, caused my conscious self to speak out in defense. And the more I defended, the more I was arguing with a ghost. Reliving the past, on loop. Demonizing a person (who no longer existed) and their transgression (that was no longer happening) so much so that they now lived on in infamy in my mind, committing this “crime" against me over and over and over again.
The day that I truly forgave my younger self, telling her that I understood and loved her, was the day I released my own spirit from the “headlock of guilt” I’d so incorrectly imagined the other person (the one who'd hurt me) had been in. My younger self became stronger. She became freer. And I was finally able to let go of the pain WE were in. But here’s the thing… I had to really understand and love her because lying to my subconscious self wasn’t an option. And so through meditation, I spoke directly to her, thanked her for doing her best at the time, and am happy to say, we’re doing quite well these days thank you very much.
As for the person who’d hurt me in the original situation, as I said earlier, they no longer exist. This might sound harsh, but what I’m saying is that they’ve changed and are (hopefully) now a better person. I know I'm not the same person I was when the situation happened and to assume that the world has stayed still since that day would be ridiculous and depressing. Thankfully for me, that person ceased to be a part of my life and so I can only wonder what’s happened to them. But in situations where I’ve had no choice but to continue to be in a person’s presence, I’ve been forced to utilize another key component of forgiveness...
We’re all doing our best with what we have. All of us. Even those who are out here doing some terrible stuff. And to forgive a person, means you have to come to terms with their actions. And in order to come to terms with their actions, you must first understand them. (Don’t have to agree with them, don’t even have to like them… just gotta understand.)
In my life, this was key. For years, I’d heard ‘forgive those who have hurt you, so you can have peace’ or ‘forgiveness is not for them… it’s for you.’ And while these words make it all sound flowery and easy, if you don’t know HOW to truly forgive someone, then how in the world can you do it and then proceed to reap the benefits? You can’t… that’s how. Forgiving someone is not simply uttering the phrase “I forgive you” through gritted teeth while peacefully holding your hands together and calmly walking off into the abyss.
Forgiveness is NOT a performance.
Okay, story time… I used to work with a woman who was very annoying. (I’ve worked with a lot of annoying people in life so anyone reading this post who personally knows me will not be able to narrow it down.) This lady was rude, meddlesome AND she was my immediate supervisor. Every day that I had to see this person (and it was every single day because this woman never missed a day of work), I knew I was going to be targeted, bullied and irritated. It didn’t take long, however, before I saw that this person was dealing with some serious insecurities. (Spoiler Alert: everyone who bullies and mistreats others is doing so from a place of existential lacking.) Anyway, when I saw the details of what she thought of herself - her need to put others down in order to have any semblance of self esteem - I realized that she was just a struggling-ass person, doing the best that she could… just like me and every other human being on this planet. I was just lucky enough to not feel the need to go around treating people badly because my self esteem was in a better place than hers. I could look my fellow coworkers in the eye and feel strong in my sense of self. I didn’t take pleasure in anyone’s pain or humiliation because it had absolutely no bearing on what I thought of myself. She, on the other hand, didn’t feel she had that luxury. Her sense of self relied fully on other people to the point that she couldn’t function without creating a miserable work environment that reflected the darkness that lied within her soul. Now if that ain’t sad… I don’t know what is.
Did coming to the realization that this poor woman was creating her own hell - because that’s what allowed her to live with herself - make me feel any better about having to work with her? No. But it made her less of a threat because I didn’t internalize anything she said or did. And, to be honest, it even fueled my ambitions to work my way up and out of that particular job. This, for me, was forgiveness. It'd took the form of quiet, compassion. I didn’t spend my time focusing on changing her or accepting an apology that she was never going to give in the first place. The focus was on understanding her so that the ongoing psychological threat she presented was neutralized. In other words, her actions and words didn’t control my emotions. In other, OTHER words… I’d made peace with myself, with her and with the situation.
MAKING PEACE WITH THE OTHER PERSON
One of the things that irks me more than anything about how we as a society view forgiveness is how much we make it about the act of publicly excusing the other person while telling ourselves and others that it’s NOT about the other person at all. Press conferences are held where victims courageously announce that they’ve chosen to forgive the most egregious of crimes barely seconds after the crime has been committed. It becomes a spectacle. Loud. Instant. As if the transgression was no longer a crime but instead an unfortunate but necessary sacrifice for the victim to reveal their ascent to sainthood.
For these situations, I always wonder why the focus is on forgiveness of the transgressor and not on the mental, physical and emotional wellbeing of the person who has been hurt. It makes me cringe when - immediately after some horrible crime has happened - what should be a natural grieving process seems to be trampled beneath the obligatory forgiveness parade. I often wonder if the person has been given the proper amount of respect, care and space to repair their spirit.
I think that in order to forgive someone, it’s important to neutralize them as a threat. I mean, you can’t exactly make peace with a lion while it’s ripping you to shreds. It’s also important to - as mentioned - repair yourself. To use the lion analogy again, you can’t make peace with a lion while you’re losing consciousness from bleeding out. Call me crazy but it just makes sense that you would need to possess a bit of grace for yourself before you can proceed to extend it to others. If forgiveness is recognizing another person’s humanity, how can this be done if we’re not in sound mind?
Not saying we should withhold forgiveness, just saying do a quick body scan to make sure you’re okay first.
I was lucky that my aforementioned cantankerous manager never got the chance to fire me. I’m sure that had she decided to do that, I would’ve been very upset and it would’ve taken me a bit of time to recover before I could travel down the road of forgiveness. However, if she’d have done that I would have had two options…
I could go on for the rest of my life being fired by her over and over and over again in my mind or I could move on and remember her as a person from my past who was a catalyst for some new job, lesson or journey that I wouldn’t otherwise have experienced. In one scenario, she’s a major part of my consciousness forever and in the other, she’s a very minor character in the awesome and spectacular story that is MY life.
For me, when I say the words “I forgive you” to someone, what I’m really saying is “I have no emotional ties to the part you played in this situation anymore.” Doesn’t mean the situation is no longer relevant. Doesn’t mean that I don’t hold the person accountable for what they did. Doesn’t even mean I can’t be angry sometimes. It just means that I’ve made peace with the person's existence. I can see them and hold them accountable for their present actions, as opposed to something they did in the past that I cannot ever change. No one wants to walk around being defined by their worst moments - I know I don’t want to be - and so giving another human BEing the chance to BE a better human (even in our imaginations), is a wonderful gift. It’s not always pretty. It’s not always easy. But that’s life. And, for me, that is forgiveness.
Enjoy your April and feel free to share your journeys and stories of forgiveness on Instagram, Twitter and in the comments below!
Spring has officially sprung and I couldn't be happier. Those of us in the northern hemisphere of the planet can now start expecting earlier sunrises, later sunsets and sprouting plants. I'd like to say spring is my favorite season, but to be honest, I have an appreciation for every season. Okay, okay, I'm not going to lie, I'm super stoked about spring. It just does something to my soul. Personally, the best description of what spring means to me can be found in Michelle Obama's book Becoming, when she describes her mother's spring cleaning ritual. I love spring cleaning. Putting on gloves, old clothes and just going into my garage or back patio and getting to work, scrubbing, cleaning and throwing out old items that'd been collected throughout the year. Something about doing this just gives me new energy. This year I also plan to start a garden on my front patio. The thought alone of planting a garden is intimidating but there's something about spring that rejuvenates my feelings of possibility.
One thing that I did today was a full moon ritual. We're currently experiencing a full moon AND super moon today and I wanted to release some things from my spirit. I'll tell you about my ritual, but to be honest, I'm not overly procedural about how I do things so if you want a very detailed step-by-step, Google the words "full moon ritual." Anyway, here's what I did...
1. Smudged my room with sage. I burnt some sage and used a seashell to catch the ashes as I went around my room clearing out any negative energy.
2. Wrote out the things I want to release. I got a piece of loose leaf paper and, at the top of my page, put the date March 20th 2019 and after that I wrote "I now release these things..." From there I listed all of the things that I wanted to release. My fears, anxieties, past pain, etc. I also made sure to mention that I release anything that's not in alignment with the greater good of the universe.
3. Burnt this paper. After writing out my list, I set out to my back patio, put my piece of paper into a place where it could safely burn (the grill), lit it on fire and watched the smoke release into the sky. I took a deep breath and exhaled as my burdens lifted off of the page and out into the universe.
After this, I high-fived my husband and we got back to our day. So that's been my spring thus far. I look forward to getting out more as the weather warms up. Also, there are a few colorful spring outfits that will be making an appearance in the next few weeks/months.
What's your favorite spring tradition? Did you do/are you doing a full moon ritual?
“Life is but a dream”… I’m sure you’ve heard this phrase or watched Beyonce’s HBO special of the same title. But have you ever really thought about these words? When I’m working or doing chores or stuck in traffic, I sure don’t feel like life is a dream. It feels like the real deal. But when I step back and think about the things that stress me out or make me feel anxious, many times those things aren’t real and immediate threats to my life although my body reacts as if it is.
For example, being stuck in traffic while on the way home from work isn’t exactly a clear and present danger. In fact, when I focus on the fact that I’m literally just sitting in my car and no amount of hair pulling or screaming is going to get me to my destination sooner, I relax a bit. Would it kill me to settle into my seat? Turn on XM radio, a podcast or audio book or just play my favorite CD? (Yes, I still have CDs). Maybe I even call a friend or family member and catch up (hands free, of course!).
When I focus on being present - no matter what the situation - everything stops feeling ominous and threatening. Essentially, I’m reducing the situation to what it is. An experience that is not permanent or as dramatically nightmarish as my mind is making it out to be. I am allowing myself to awaken from any dream that I do not want to experience and awaken to the reality that I am breathing. I am alive. And although that may seem like something to be taken for granted, it is a wonderful gift in and of itself.
So I ask this of you, dear reader… if you find yourself in a situation that feels overwhelmingly bad, remember to breathe. And with each breath, remind yourself that you are alive and that is the only thing that is real in this moment. Everything else is a story that you can choose or not choose to buy into. In this moment, you are experiencing something real that will fade into a distant memory. And then one day it will become a dream. Because… life is but a dream. Make it a good one whenever you can.
Hey y'all! I've been sick. I mean coughing, sneezing, head aching, nose running, fever and body ache sick. It's been a little over a week and while I'm back to sending emails and sitting at a desk again, I've still got some healing to do. Regardless, I wanted to share two stories with you. The first one is pretty inspiring. (Spoiler: I discovered something awesome about the power of meditation.) The second one... not so inspiring, but maybe someone needs to hear it so I'll tell it anyway.
Here's story #1
I felt at my sickest while at the airport. And as horrible as that sounds, it was worst. Fever chills were rendering me queasy and weak. My brain felt as if it would explode with every swallow and every heartbeat. And I could barely stand to drag my corpse across the airport much less my heavy bags. Even worst, I'd had a layover and gotten to the airport five hours before my first flight took off due to some irritating business with early check out times and what have you. Under normal circumstances, it was a shitty airport experience but being sick just made it unbearable. So I picked up my cell phone and pulled up a meditation app (Calm) that I'd recently paid for a year's subscription for. Mind you, I'd only meant to use the weeklong trial period and unintentionally overstayed my welcome... but boy am I happy I did. After settling on a particular topic - which I'm sorry to say I'm forgetting what meditation topic I chose - I closed my eyes and drifted off into oblivion. When I woke up, my headache and chills were gone. I blinked a few times and smiled, wondering why on earth I didn't decide to meditate earlier. Now I'm not going to say that the rest of my trip was a breeze but it certainly went much better (and surprisingly quicker) than it would have had I NOT meditated. With the added motivation of a clearer brain (and nostrils), I did a few meditations while on the airplane and it instantly sped up the rest of my trip. Before I knew it, I was home and in bed. To say that meditation will now be my secret weapon when I'm sick is an understatement. I suggest that when you're feeling your worst, you tap into this super power.
Now comes story #2
A couple days ago, I was down in the dumps. I really couldn't tell you why. It could've been residual sickness wearing off. I'd also just gotten back from a trip and while it went great, it took a huge toll on me mentally, emotionally and physically. Anyway, I'd tried to jump back into the swing of things but couldn't seem to get it together. The funk had taken over my life. And so I went to my 'go-to' (meditation, of course) but I still ended up feeling empty. So I did the only thing I could think of. I let the depressed feelings wash over me. I paid attention to my body. Ate when I was hungry. Rested, when I felt tired (which was all day). I watched my favorite TV shows. Didn't force myself to do anything I didn't want to do. Allowed myself to express my emotions in as healthy a way as possible (making sure to tell me husband that he was NOT the object of my glumness.) I mainly just allowed the mood to do what it needed to do so that I could fully process it out of my system. Right now I can't say that I'm at one hundred percent, but I CAN say that I feel much better.
I say all of this to say that meditation is a great way to help us to get through tough times, but it is not some magical cure-all drug that stops us from feeling feelings. The best way to cope with life's ups and downs is always by processing our emotions - even the unpleasant ones - and allowing them to run their course. Sometimes it sucks, but it's part of the completely balanced breakfast experience called life. (The breakfast part was a joke.)
That said, I look forward to facing my emotions head on and I hope you will too.
Checking twitter recently, I saw a status from @BlackWomensBlueprint that said:
"Do not let this recent focus on Black women and girls be just a 'moment' in culture. Do not let it fade from your hearts and minds. Protect Black girls in your homes and communities - long after R. Kelly is behind bars."
This status is in reference to "Surviving R. Kelly" the documentary that recently aired on Lifetime that set twitter and America ablaze with its detailed accounts of serial rapist and R&B music artist R. Kelly and his brainwashing and manipulation of Black women and girls. This documentary was important for so many reasons and in so many ways because it shed light on how much society doesn't recognize the humanity of Black girls. Additionally, the entertainment industry and fans were put on alert as to how much power they give abusers by supporting their art.
After watching the series, I found the need to do a lot of self care. I took a long, quiet bath and sat in silence. I talked with my mother and sisters. I took a walk through the park. These were things that I needed to do because, to be quite honest, just watching that documentary was exhausting. By watching these women relive their trauma, I was reliving it WITH them. When the documentary referenced a fourteen year old girl who'd been abused, I remembered myself at fourteen. I thought of my fourteen year old niece. I thought of young girls in my neighborhood. And it was devastating.
For this reason, I implore those of you who have watched the documentary who have been through sexual abuse trauma and really, any kind of abuse... please take the time to nurture yourself. Growing up doesn't mean that all of our childhood fears, experiences and let downs are behind us. In fact, growing up means having the tools to now take care of your inner child, assuring her that you are in total control and she doesn't have to worry about being let down again.
Additionally, we must protect our girls. One of the recurring themes throughout the docuseries was the number of witnesses to the abuse that these girls faced who said nothing. I noticed that many of these people were the men that R. Kelly kept around him - as many of the women had already been psychologically abused and brainwashed. The men expressed their sadness (and sometimes, surprise *eyeroll*) at what they saw R. Kelly do but did nothing more. This is a problem.
R. Kelly was enabled by a fraternity of men who felt it more important to keep a code of silence, than to help young women. After the series was over, I felt the need to talk to my husband - a black man - about how important it is for men to be symbols of safety and strength in our community as opposed to bodyguards for evil. As women, we must hold our sons, brothers, husbands and fathers accountable. Empower them. Remind them that it is their duty to us to stand up to their male friends and protect the more vulnerable in our society. There should be no code of silence amongst men when it comes to hurting young girls. There should be no pride in cozying up to abusers while victims are left to fend for themselves.
As women, we must encourage young girls, NOT shame them. We all know what it feels like to be young and naive. After seeing the documentary, I didn't think ANY of those girls and women deserved what they experienced at R. Kelly's hands. However, I saw endless posts on social media from women who (likely coping with their own internalized trauma) blamed them for "putting themselves in bad situations" or "being fast." The sooner that those of us (who know better) can correct those with that mindset, the sooner we can get to the real root of the problem... shutting down predators that take advantage of young women.
So with all of this, I say that a lot of work must be done when it comes to healing the Black community. But this docuseries was an excellent first step.
Well, everybody. It's happened. The earth took another trip around the sun and we've officially arrived at two thousand and nineteen, in the year of our lord. I'm happy to say that I don't have a lot of regrets from 2018. In fact, it was arguably one of the best years of my life.
On a personal note, I unlocked some gifts (through meditation) and have been using these gifts to help other people and to further my career. It's been an awesome journey and I'm so proud to have been brave enough to step into my power. I hope that the year has been on a similarly good note for all of you.
If not, it's great to think of today as the day that you can turn things around. In fact, think of this month as the month that you can turn things around. And if I'm being honest, I want you to keep this very same energy, the energy of new year, new me... Every. Single. Day. Why? Because why not? Every day is a day that we are given a chance to start over. There's nothing wrong with making new year's resolutions but don't kick yourself if you fall off the wagon. Just wake up and say "It's a new day and I'm going to try again."
You got this! And being that you've already started putting meditation into your daily or weekly practice, it's going to be a breeze manifesting what you want in 2019. Let's go!!!
At its core Black Women's Day of Meditation is about encouraging all of you to make meditation a part of your every day life in order to promote good mental and physical health. I've listed all of the benefits of meditation but one thing I didn't mention is that many of you may already be doing it. That's right! Even if you don't know it, you might already be a meditation guru.
Have you ever taken a quick nap? You know the kind where you can wake up out of it at any moment. This kind of light sleep is a form of meditation. It's rejuvenating, super healthy and allows us to tap into our subconscious mind. That's why for many of us, when we're in this state we feel semi-awake. Taking these kinds of naps allows the brain to rest and therefore you can be sharper and clearer afterward. Additionally, you can set intentions, ask questions or think about a problem before going into this meditation and, in many cases, you just may wake up with the answer.
I encourage those of you who don't feel like you're cut out for that meditation life to try taking a quick meditation-nap.
You won't regret it!