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Recently I had a support session with someone who had a large amount of clutter in their bedroom. They also struggled with intimacy. Thru telehealth counseling sessions, we were able to physically venture together to their bedroom. I encouraged X to pick up one item off of the floor. X identified the first item and the memory attached to it. The relationship of that pant item on the floor to the person had a memory that wanted to stay buried. Putting the pants into closet meant that that lingering memory had no more power. X  wasn't triggered every time she stepped over it. It meant that the relationship to body, body image, romance, self, and other would shift. That is one of countless stories, and that person is certainly not alone. This is a common struggle we all face from time to time- a cluttered home and cluttered mind. By the end of session 4, items were removed from the ground. I guided X on creating a pain to power check list which highlighted what needed to b...

Becoming Love Medicine Posted by   Sacred Walker  ; Edited & Published by Many Voices Sacred Walker I stood there in the Norman Manley Airport of Kingston, Jamaica. My small 11-year-old palm connected to my lanky brown hand held tightly on to my mother’s full warm palm center. What do you do when your home and world don’t feel safe? Where do immigrants land when suppression is the only way to get by? My father stood to the left of me with his tall brown caramel skin, shooing away flies. We had not been to New York since we immigrated when I was four, and now, to secure permanent residency “green cards,” we were back. I was delighted at the red, orange, yellow, and green bustling people. Then suddenly, my father’s booming voice interrupted my serene moment, “There are so many flies here. Kind of like you and your mother, just buzzing around and annoying in my ear. Don’t embarrass me out here, you know.” He spoke in a strong, threatening...

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Location: Parissini, Kerala, South India Intention: Self Love Body Mapping; Group closing Today was the last day of our 3 week series with these dynamic resilient group of predominantly young  women at St. Mary's Special School. Today we played drama therapy body check in games, bringing these beautiful young people back in touch with their voices and bodies. We mixed it up with a game of steal the bacon and I watched introverted types become competitive and in your face spicy:D lol! So glad to be one of the witnesses! After numerous therapeutic and this (and other) team building warm ups we closed with body maps where they were instructed to lie on oak tag paper, each assigned to an adult to (with safe touch and permission) to outline their bodies. After this, the young people they were given markers and crayons to go to town, filling in what their bodies mean to them.  I wondered then, when was the last time someone had talked with them about their bodies...

Title: Divine Eros Unravels: An inherited choreo-Poem by Sacred W. Taneshia K. Campbell (Co-birthed with Emerge fam. and Spirit :D!) Narrator cue (offstage right): Facial expression: All Emotional arch- Happy/ JOY/ upward movements Yesterday I was Sacred - age 16 Movers Enter stage right to Center stage: (Movement of desire going towards stage: left- of audience) Sacred +1/1 cue opening: enters & molds image and facial expression of Divine Love. Characters Cue marker (except Polina): One at a time enter as image of divine love... Be sure image on face holds true to emotional intent of character. I started out as a temple dancer. I was so honored to be called by Spirit. To praise. moving in tantric form. Divine bliss expressed It started out as a commitment to God Dancing with Spirit gave life a new meaning A generational family calling So I sent for my Jamaican aunties and mother to immigrate Receive An honest ...

poem Not your ordinary love poem Love ginger orange poems Oozing over the tablet on my smoothe thighs and hips massage into my Ghirardelli chocolate skin memoirs Feeling free again To write my erotic power into Existence Omnipresent eroticism You see when I was just a wee age of 7 An old man tried to take away my young innocence Not knowing my dad had already collected his treasure years prior For so long feeling like spoils I lost something I had And years later I beckon her back That what was taken that belonged to Goddess and Divine Me's And we alone~ Right now as we read the lines of this Omnipresent eroticism We stand in warrior pose & Fight and Dance our ways back to it: ~Our Genuine Erotic~ In present tense End of sentence ~ I take broken pottery pieces and see the ancient wisdom scribed On shattered fragments that I once discarded Run away in fear Step into in faith, love, forgiveness, compassion, faith And ...

A Vow of Love to my Inner Beloved Cause my embodied divine, knows a real woman when she sees her And a real woman knows my embodied divine ain't afraid to please we And a real woman knows my embodied divine always comes first And my embodied divine just can't deny a womans worth In order to rise from its ashes a Phoenix must first burn SO I sat down wrote my Beloved Phoenix a love letter - like to here it- here it go- I vow to self love when I feel utterly alone and deeply interconnected in this place When I was 15 years old I said nothing while I was teased by a young boy in my classroom Because I wanted so badly to be liked I vow to love myself to say no to that moment in time and release in love I vow to stand up for justice and my own voice The angel in heaven just signed my name When I was 20 I made love for the first time and denied my own needs for the needs of another I vow to voice my needs I vow self-acceptance and acceptance of you and you an...