a tale of racial imposter syndrome
In the Salt Lake City suburb where I grew up, surrounded by whiteness and conservative values, when my “friends” called me an Oreo, I thought this was a good thing. They were saying I was like them, right? White on the inside?
to be held
This past weekend, I went to the InterPlay studio in Oakland where so many years ago I began the journey of coming back to my body. In this place, that at one time was a regular part of my day to day, I remembered how important it is to let one's self be held.
what is beyond one body
I did not sleep well last night. There is a heaviness in the air, and I can feel my mind trying to move through it.
It wants to do the right thing. It wants to do the helpful thing. It wants to be assured that it's good and of service.
This is a place I know well. I call it the spinning place. Round and round I go trying to undo what cannot be undone. The more heartbreaking the events that have occurred, the more destabilized I feel.