New Workshop for 2010
Compromised or Created? Which Life Do You Lead?
Health is not created or maintained in isolation.
It is the result of a conscious and consistent effort within a community.
Diets fail, will power weakens, lifestyle changes fade and resolutions result in little, because most people try to implement change alone or lack the experiences needed to weave lateral webs to build linear growth.
In this three hour intensive group workshop, learn how to create and maintain the support network to power the life you desire. The workshop includes a cooking demo, recipe hand-outs, group exercise recommendations and opens dialogue about building the best suited health support network.
For partners, pairs, peers, families, friends and colleagues
An Open Letter To An Affair Of The Heart
You were right.
People change.
Thoughts as well.
Feelings do too.
One of the few things that I have found to be constant is that time is the greatest teacher.
And now I am starting to see that fear is the greatest illusion.
I am laughing to myself because I gave up what belonged to me out of fear.
I gave up what belonged to me out of fear.
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Once the ego has dissipated, and the embarrassment too I can pick up and move on, away, from, to.
I don't have to hold on to fear. It has made me stuck, afraid to move. But how can I be afraid to move from a place that is not one of happiness? That's the funniest part of all. When you are afraid of moving, but the place where you already are is actually the scariest place of all.
That is how I feel about where I am with you. Afraid to move but the place where I am is the last place where I want to be.
Who wants to be an afterthought? A secondary reaction? What remains after everything else has left? I say this fully aware that for you, I am this.
I have a theory about death and disease. Well, female spiritual death and psychosomatic diseases of the womb, specifically. When I think about black women and our health concerns, I think about the psychosomatic diseases that eat us from the inside out.
Whenever I hear a black woman say "I am sick and tired" I always think of Ntozake Shange's words "I am sick and tired of being sick and tired". And we are, sick and tired because we are sick and tired. Where the mind is, the body follows.
I learned that African women were predisposed to have fat settle in the buttocks.
But look at the change in black women now- we have become predisposed to fat settling in the stomach. The worst place for fat to settle in the body. Belly fat will kill you faster than any other subcutaneous fatty deposit. But what is fat? Insulation. What is insulation? Protection. How warped the fate of woman. In defense of our hearts, our center, our core we pad ourselves with nature's protection in the deadliest of places.
Fat stores. As fat stores energy, nutrients, thermal energy, it also stores toxins and disease.
I store. And I am afraid that in addition to energy, nutrients, thermal energy... I am also storing toxins and disease.
When I was in Jamaica in September I joked with my travel partner that months after the baby, my body still is not back, as I took my fingers and grabbed my little pouch. I laughed then. But I am saddened by this now.
I am storing. And I am storing because I am fearing. I know the inertia... the familiar feeling caused by both fat and fear.
But I choose not to. The idea of moving hurts yes. Of course it does. Who wants to give up comfort for a challenge. But there is nothing comfortable about this place of fear. It is an illusion. There is no comfort in an insulation that releases deadly particles into your form.
Fear is what keeps me here, hoping to be near, where you are. But there is nothing here for me but stagnation. And soon, stagnation becomes storage. Storage become baggage. I want out of this inertia. This stagnant place where there is no movement.
But I it comes down to time, practice and the prayer that time will change. Change what? My perspective. The prayer that time will feed a shift in perspective. A new perspective in which I see, know, feel that my moving may result in discomfort. But my not moving will certainly result in death.
So I move for my womb, as I move for my heart, as I move for my mind. So that all three are free from fear.
© T. I. Williams
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