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.