i am fierce, flawed,
and, above all, free.
a decolonized mind,
tearing down false refuges + unhooking from the iron yoke of twisted mores that decree how to love, learn, worship, succeed.
a liberated soul,
living into the sacred —
on spirit’s clock, wisdom’s rhythm + body’s intuition.
a rebel heart,
pumping joy through blue veins,
blood rich with resistance.
i am a miracle of my ancestors.
my breath is their legacy,
a continuation of their resilience,
a commitment to brave on
in any + every way
i am a dwelling place of spirit, hope, healing and possibility.
a resting place for doubt, grief, fear, uncertainty, worry, frustration, disappointment and anger to be aired out with breath and tender patience.
an abiding of body, heart and mind in joy, equanimity, compassion, transformative love and freedom.
a sacred space.
i hear the mothers whisper-chant: do not abandon yourself, dear one.
blending with the harmonies of grandmothers singing: seek refuge in the dance between heartbeat and breath.
buoyed by the infinite canon of their prayer-magic, i have trusted myself into love,
loved myself into healing,
healed myself into death and rebirth,
becoming more and more of myself, and still something new.
May our hearts be as full, open, strong + clear as the bell itself.
my gatha for attuning the heart to mindfulness