 Photo Cred: Ryan Christof To my sisters in war
(Because sometimes that’s what it feels like) I salute you Not in the way countries do To validate their crimes soaked in honor and the blood of others I salute you the way our ancestors do I offer I notice I make room For your beauty and courage That is also dripping In a political context That tries to convince us to forget our origins Today Dancing to the djembe, Sweating freedom Heart in rhythm As I bow to the music-maker Hands out... I also bow to you Your music And the sound you make to create the revolution we have to compose daily It keeps me stomping moving flowing You all inspire me to continue manifesting dust storms from my birthplace
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 It’s interesting taking a course in specialized areas as a student in an interdisciplinary program... Tonight the epiphany landed: I’m taking this child and adolescent psychopathology course not as an aspiring therapist but as an evolving healer...
I came into the course ready to deconstruct a lot of the ideologies, experiments to disrupt the status quo of psychology-the business of it, as it exists today when considering children and adolescents ... I went into the class ready to discuss the intersections of oppression, identity, colonization, and capitalism embedded in the business of therapy from assessment to diagnosis to treatment. I was excited to consider the many alternative healing practices that are emerging that do not subscribe to the way things have always been done, hoping to envision something entirely new... I was ready to interrupt those common notions of what/how child adolescents develop and heal. I was ready to create new language to surround them. I was ready to ask the questions that scared me or were half-formed in my mind, seeking clarity and even more questions... But tonight in class, while I was listening to the professor refer to us as therapists and introduce certain aspects of psychology and psychiatry that need to be accepted to even exist in the field... my spirit knew that to be a therapist would only honor a slice of my intention when it comes to healing... I respect the students and professor who were in the room, I respect therapists and therapist-in training (as a person who benefits from therapy myself) AND... I know tonight that I am not enrolled in that course for the same reason as them and my journey requires something different... #healerintraining |