Welcome to the Ask Sacred Walker Journal, CEO of Kuumba Health

https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAtDM2lNUvPp8ZafQMbsyG8173RPwLCe4EHU4Q5C1VO2WO57yhqtWFZx_eCjZE-ciAxMKA73FE3OeKSVS22uatUZ5S3pjHJ-urufi2LKF8bIwkdLte8IN9qevmbcEJ2ONPtino2KsZY29n/s1600/womb+of+creation.jpg Pt III: How acupuncture moved some old anger energy in my womb. I was in my mid twenties living in a beautiful studio apartment in Oakland. I had an overall balanced and happy life, except for every couple of months when I bled. I remember waking one morning in immense pain. I knew that if I didn't act quickly and get my iron and banana, my body would feel like I was going into anemic shock.  The pain and throbbing in my pussy began to intensify, and I immediately wanted to take a long bath. I got into the shower and began to sob heavily. My pain increased but atleast the aching in my pussy had simmered. I suddenly began to feel calmer. I cried out to God to make it stop. I didn't take over the counter pain pills because...

The story of finding the strength the birth new things amidst challenging times, tapping into that fire to create new life is an intergenerational choice that spans for generations in my family. I interviewed my mom regarding my birthing story, attached below. I found out many things, but one thing in particular stuck out to me. My mom birthed me alone. My father felt threatened by our other family members, and forbade her from seeing her mom and siblings. They went to the hospital room together, but he didn't join her in the labor room. She had me as a natural childbirth. Yet, she birthed me alone. And once I was born she would sneak me off in the daytime to see my family, and particular her mom. She was very afraid of my dad's temper, if he found out. But she took the risk anyway because it was important to her to have us both visit our family. Yet, she chose to stay. I was born within a tumultous environment. Having now understood the risks my mom took to reduce her isol...

A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? FIRE by Sacred Walker [Enjoy FREE Inspiration: An your op-ed piece in honor of channeling your fire] In April 2004, I asked myself the question in what areas of my life was I  not fulfilling my dreams? What areas did I have unexpressed emotion? W ho I was about to explode on if they jumped on my nerve one more time? What ignited my fire? The answers were slow to unfold. Still, I knew that I  was not fulfilling the fullness of my dreams and I was pissed about it .  What I thought would be a dream job as the newly appointed Associate  Executive Director of a young women lead nonprofit. This became an amazing and complicated learning experience. In many ways...