On January 25th, 2020, I held my first workshop.
Holding space for black and brown women is something that I have wanted to do for a very long time. Especially as someone who has long been navigating what it means to built sisterhood, friendships and as someone who didn’t always feel like there was a space for them. As someone who quite often gave and very seldom received.
I spent a lot of my youth and adolescence craving acceptance and understanding. Craving safe spaces to authentically show up as myself.
I also spent a huge part of my adolescence shifting and changing myself to fit into spaces so that I would have to journey alone. I made myself small to the point of exhaustion, depression and emotional turmoil.
As I stepped into my spiritual journey, I began to release the exceptions and sadness around the idea (and sort of accept) that I may not ever have or find that. As I continued to journey, genuine sisterfriends began to come into my life. I reconnected with a long time friend in a way we were never able to before. I ease-fully created bonds that I had begged for in previous relationships and finally understood what it meant to have an even and loving exchange with friends, with sisters.
I say all of that to say, I know how it feels. To feel alone in a room full of people. To feel lonely in solitude. To feel misunderstood. To feel like your words and thoughts don’t matter. To craveeeeeee genuine connections with like minded souls. To crave sacred safe spaces.
And I know I am not the only one who has dealt with or is dealing with these sentiments.
That’s my why. Well, one of them anyways.
Below is the official recap of the event.
We journeyed through genuine discussions, had a guided meditation practice, hand blessing ceremony, oracle community card reading and we made body butters and jewelry. It was a beautiful , divine evening of building bonds and pouring into self.
Thank you to my tribe for showing up for me. I do not take these sistarships for granted.