This is what I know…
Stay near to the twitch and tremors of nature’s voice as trees speak through the footpads of earth’s song.
Stay close to the ancient ways of solitude. No one can take that from you.
Trust your heart for she knows the path.
Protect yourself from those who steal your kindness.
Keep your inner circle small and safe. Let go of those who violate.
Notice how the wind answers the leaves and watch how the parched land drinks her rain so freely.
Find sustenance in spirit’s flexibility.
Keep open and listen and pause deeply into the reservoir of your fullest passions.
‘Art’ yourself. ‘Write’ yourself. ‘Speak’ yourself.
Become the dreams of your call.
Feel into the medicine of your struggles: the anxiety of a thousand wild horses, a century of depression’s sinkholes of silence.
Follow your addictions to where they may lead and ask what is lonely, bored, hungry, tired?
What are these signals trying to feed?
Above all, lovingly support the processes of your innermost needs and take heed to where they lead you and then soar.
Slipping off social media even for a day or two can be so therapeutic. There’s other energies that speak and it can be difficult to discern their truths.
Self-care isn’t always immanent until that last straw pushes us to withdrawal from it all and we listen to those burning aches.
We stop the self-inflictions that only collude to self-abuse.
What if we replaced depreciation with a soothing salty soak, a soft walk with trees beaming and chamomilla tea to ease?
What if we just slept and turned the clock to stop when we needed to?
Why wait for the anvil of a headache to bring us home to quiet’s hues?
Let's learn to give ourselves tender love.
When soul is tired
rest, dream and
Racism is an evil injustice perpetuated by the banality of white superiority’s fear and hatred of diversity. Racism, much like sexism and other ‘isms’ purposefully decimates, demeans and diminishes a person’s emotions, intelligence, and opinions through a circular type of ‘logic’ leaving the marginalized group or person angered, stunned, afraid, confused, and oftentimes questioning their own sound intuition and judgement. There’s no ground left to stand on when every stone of self and community has been removed.
The iniquitousness is so palatable it sends shockwaves through one’s psyche leaving little reality, promoting self-doubt, stripping the marginalized group/person to their marrow. This to me is what racism has been doing for centuries. I ‘see’ it as a societal infection where the white blood cells overreact and attack an unknown entity (people of color, women, religions, LGQBTI). The inflammation is real, but the entire system is so corrupt it continues to attack out of an insidious habit to remain superior.
As a white female, therapist, teacher, writer, sensitive creature, daughter and mother– I must and will continue to speak against racism and sexism’s infectious and systemic violence as part of my life’s calling and contributing antidote.
Carolyn Riker is a Licensed Mental Health Counselor (LMHC) in private practice. She is also an author of three books. Her most recent book is "My Dear, Love Hasn't Forgotten You."
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