i had another post to put here, but mercury in retrograde ate it. so, a poem is gonna have to suffice while i lament all the time & words & energy i just lost.
i'm a healer had it confirmed by a lightning bolt bus driver when i was 19 after naming it for myself while reading a book that beckoned me from the shelves of the public library while i was trying to figure out who the fuck am i? i didn't know that healers could be addicts & survivors crazy & chronically ill queer & brown femme & soft broken & whole but here i am in all my glory addict & survivor crazy & chronically ill queer & brown femme & soft broken & whole & i am a healer i've had to sift through a lot of lies that were told to me about me. i've had to grieve, a lot, & learn how to trust my naming of things. i've learned how to time travel & decode my queer healer family tree. in the past 12 years, i have uncovered a blood // given family tree fecund with healers, birthworkers, witches, orators, & medicine people. i have also learned that colonial violence--through forced government & church run boarding school attendance, substance abuse, forced removal // displacement, emotional // physical // sexual abuse, homophobia, misogyny, to name a few--has caused us to forget who we are & where we come from. luckily, my feelings have never let me turn away, turn off for too long, & have saved me from staying dead on the inside. i have come back, for you, for us, for my ancestors & our descendants, so we can remember our brilliance, our softness, so we can remember how we used to love each other & come back home. it is my pleasure & honor to join the femme healers that came before me, that i come with now, & that will come after me. check out my work & offerings here, at White Shell Healing Services. Comments are closed.
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