I am grateful, that though we cannot change the past, we can continuously grow from it. There is not a process of cutting each second was was previously present.
This year, I have found myself in the reverse position of others that in the past, I did not understand.
This year, I find myself understanding people whom previously I could not understand and was extremely hurt by.
This year, I find myself accepting growth, change, difference.
Culture shock humbles me. In a way I believe we should continuously be humbled. It humbles me as I arrive in a country and though may thrive in an environment of learning of norms and adaptation: I am humbled when it is brought to my awareness that there was something I completely missed and faux-pasd.
In this is the opportunity to learn and grow through connection, through intentional surrender and presence.
I was thinking of books and covers.
I was thinking of not judging books by covers.
I was wearing pant suits and a blazer jacket, my piercings out of my nose, makeup, my dreads ready to be pulled back into a tight bun.
Don’t judge a book by its cover.
It was freeing, it was comforting, it was strengthening to walk those streets, with a different body, yet the same soul. It was strengthening to know I can put on any clothes and still shine through who I am. I felt the same.
“I was living in your castle, your castle was not living in me”.
It seems there is another side to “that’s karma” that we don’t necessarily think about, acknowledge, recognize.
I think, a lot of the time, we think “what goes around comes around” means, “if you do something bad, something bad will happen to you in return” or what one may say “inversely”, : “if you do something good, something good will happen to you”.
Oh Darling, your joviality I still remember, a madness I have not experienced since, a madness, thick and bouncy and happy and delicious like a true éclair patisserie, with thick yet light cream, and soft, almost elastic, cushiony brioche bread surrounding it.
Your eyes and smile dance with each other, following your hilarious words.
Art is Life.
Life is Art.
It takes time and we all do it differently.
So many ways to do it.
Fast and slow and thought out.
Truly though, creation never ends, never fades, never stops impacting you.
My question is, if we, ultimately can’t expect good from leadership, if expecting anything ultimately leaves us with disscontempt. How are we supposed to enact pursuing human rights? Because the very pursuit of them calls on us to expect something from leadership.
How do we allow for creativity, softness, even weakness to be seen, accepted, moved through.
How do we truly see, and make space for mourning, for difficulty. While continuing to move and see gratitude and wonder of life.
How do we be here now. If we can also pick up and leave at any moment because here and now isn’t where we’re meant to be?
How do you know where you’re meant to be?
Knowing that 70+% of people have experienced trauma, what do you do with it?
Do you really believe that complete compartmentalization is possible? Is healthy?
How do you engage with the reflections of trauma, the manifestations of trauma? In your life and in that of others?
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stop searching for the defining moments of their lives. They have already happened!
This is so important to hold on to. We have entered Grad School, with experience and identity. These experiences now are not and honestly should not be completely redefining who we are. They should be adding to it. I encourage you to bring all of who you are into this sphere. You are here for a reason. What is that reason? We are in need of it. This field is in need of it.
Thank you for who you are, for the knowledge, experience, strife, difficulty, passion, drive, conquer, defeats you bring with you.
I want to know all of these. I want to grow in hearing them, in knowing You.
Let’s start here.
I invite you to step out and honestly, vulnerably share your story, allowing it to warm our hearts ❤
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