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Wisdom sharing from and in Memory of Oddnon during group

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Wisdom sharing from and in Memory of Oddnon during group

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When we struggle with getting sick, being chronically ill and lack of care from our community and other people:

Oddnon (any/all): "your needs are valid and necessary. the guilt you feel sounds like it's coming from empathy - knowing your own situation informs how you move in the world and that's okay."

On our share and struggle with getting disability needs met and supported, especially in the medical industrial complex systems and health care providers:

Oddnon (any/all): and YES, i didn't catch who said it but it's not OUR jobs to inform them. they've created a system that tries to tell us about our bodies instead of asking us about our bodies

Where is grace needed in the way I think of and speak to myself? Where is grace needes in my relationships?

Oddnon (any/all): it feels like a deep rejection bc i think a lot of chronic illness compartmentalizes mentally to the point where you just intuit somehow that there's a hard time reaching out.

Oddnon (any/all): tying it to the grace aspect - i want to give grace to people who afford me grace to myself.

"I will love myself despite the ease in which I lean towards the opposite." - a quote that Oddnon resonated with and shared with us

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For those (who have lived) without care by @connectwithoumou

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For those (who have lived) without care by @connectwithoumou

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Care Affirmations:

-I aspire to release any guilt or hesitation about prioritizing my care

-I contribute to the vitality of my community by co-creating care

-With each gesture of care, I contribute to the care energy that connects wall.

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"I let go of control and surrender my expectations of love to beautiful synchronicity."

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time is a colonial social construction. the body needs 8 hrs of sleep because it needs to serve capitalism 8 hrs a day. listen to your body & nature. that is where time is located

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and the ableists are terrified about it

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I trust my inner guidance. My soul knows the way forward.

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“Everybody will tell you that you’re too much, but it’s probably because they’re not enough” -Zari Le’on

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I respect my inklings. Like a concerned parent, I investigate my feelings with a fine-toothed comb.

Getting to the bottom of an upset can be tedious but liberating work.

I relish the opportunity to refine my understanding of what makes me tick, what I want to center, and what helps me appreciate my struggle.

I spend a little time writing - emptying myself onto the page. The art of self-excavation reveals all the ways in which I get in my own way.

Just like people, my emotions can only be understood once I care enough to know them. Instead of brushing past difficult feelings like strangers on the street, l treat them like old friends that have come bearing just the gift I need now.

I don't get too fixated on the titles that hang above my door, the initials that may or may not come after my name, or the engravings on the awards others bestow me. l'd rather focus on doing what's necessary to create in all honesty.

Comfort is enticing, acceptance can be intoxicating, and conformity is always beckoning - offering shiny trinkets and corner offices - but if I want the freedom to follow my bliss l've got to be willing to work against the grain.

I learn to love myself on the way to all the wonderful things I am reaching for. If I forget this step, I miss the point completely. I am the goal.

I don't want anyone else's life. I want to be radically awake within my own.

While some of my learning comes from books, or teachers, or courses of study, I open myself to the wisdom of unseen realms. I track my dreams for their messaging. I consult my tarot cards, my scrying stones, but I don't forget the wisdom of my own instincts, unadorned. When emotions prickle to the surface, I note these responses as trustworthy data. I don't wait for others to give me the green light. I am beholden to my inner-visions, not the false alarms the world so often rings.

I interrupt the habits I have that are about keeping up appearances, impressing others, or playing into the status quo's desires. Such tendencies only stifle my energy and pinch my creativity. Even if it's subtle, any shift away from my truth is too costly a price to pay for a moment of fitting in.

When I stop living by any kind of prescribed formula, when I throw everyone else's rule book out the window, when I listen to the call of my untamable spirit, I get it right. Every time.

— Chani astrology app

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I allow myself to feel my raw unfiltered feelings.

My body holds what I cannot process, what I cannot metabolize, and what I cannot release.

I create space to contain and release big emotions that scare me/scare others.

I trust what my body tells me.

It is okay and safe to be seen.

I honor my “BIG” emotions.

I honor my vulnerability and invite intimacy.

-Dr. Jennifer Mullan, Decolonizing Therapy

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are artists/performers the essential workers the world forgot about?

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I am blessed from the top of my head to the soles of my feet.

I receive peace in my spirit, heart, mind, and body.

I apply loving-kindness to my wounds and my memories.

I am fully aware that I am not alone in this journey called life.

I open myself to love, including love for myself.

I allow truth to show up and liberate me from the limitation of lies I have been told about myself.

I tell myself the truth.

I am learning to be more compassionate, present, open, generous, connected, and willing to release what I no longer need.

My soul tells my heart, mind, body, and spirit, “Welcome home.”

— Dr. Thema Bryant, Homecoming

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"I don't know what my future will look like"

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"I don't know what my future will look like"

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“I am learning to simply let go

and trust divine timing. The

future is unknown, however,

I am in good hands.”

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My body is wise.

I trust the discernment I feel in my body and take action according to what I need in the moment.

I am willing to honor that my personal power is necessary for my emotional and physical health.

I am capable of integrating the knowledge of what weakens my body and energy.

I honor the space to rest.

Showing up for myself is safe.

I can create new ways of honoring my energy and capacity.

-Dr. Jennifer Mullan, Decolonizing Therapy

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"See what happens if you reward the effort rather than outcome. "

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I will imagine what my body needs. I will daydream for freedom.

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I will imagine what my body needs. I will daydream for freedom.

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You have permission to experiment with what rest can do for your mind and body. This is about more than naps. Rest is anything that allows you to connect your body with your mind. Slowly enter into the portal of rest, and while you are there, you will find abundance. Exhaustion resides in a space of scarcity. Rest is abundance. Rest is yours now. Rest is imagination work. The time to rest is now. - Tricia Hersey, Nap Ministries Rest Deck

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“You have permission to care and be cared for, for no other reason than because you are you.”

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When you’re stressed, what aspect of bodily care are you prone to forget first? What is one habit you can implement to resist this?

When was the last time you felt in awe of your body?

Take five minutes in stillness to listen to your body. What do you feel and where?

What words of compassion can you speak over your body today?

Inhale: I come home to my body.

Exhale: This breath carries wisdom. - Cole Arthur Riley, Black Liturgies

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Talk to yourself as if you were a friend. Don't be too hard on yourself - Mo

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Hold space for me during this process of rediscovering

For I am not digging myself out of a hole I don’t know how I wound up in

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No, not this time

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Instead, I am reaching out through the crevasses of the cocoon I didn’t realize I was building

Its safety net keeping me coddled and warm

But the sun calling for me just the same

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Hold me gently in the palm of your hand

While I stretch and test the limits of this bundle

Tentative in my decision to stay with what I know

Or else explore what could be

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For maybe I am in a metamorphosis as cliche as that may be

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Instead of a caterpillar to a butterfly,

Perhaps I am more of a compost returning to Earth

Growing and shining ready to be picked for the perfect pie

Others cutting me up and taking the pieces of me they need, discarding the rest

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And perhaps the rest is what I’m left with

Not scraps tossed thoughtlessly to the side

But the truest parts of me I can keep for myself

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And maybe this cocoon isn’t a cocoon at all

Maybe I’m not reaching for the sun

Maybe what I’m searching for is lush cool green terrain

Where the soil and the water meet

Where the warmth comes from within the core rather than some abstract from outer space

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No matter

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I do not have the exact words to describe what this transformation or unravelling or coming home is

All I ask of you, is to house the space I require to figure it out

(https://rebeccashuen.substack.com/)

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Rebecca’s Substack | Rebecca Shuen | Substack

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A place for short essays, general musings, and occasional poetry 🌸. Click to read Rebecca’s Substack, by Rebecca Shuen, a Substack publication. Launched a month ago.

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Fuck.