new year same me
this new year has been a shock to my system. for the first time in my life, I’ve been consumed by the idea of a fresh start, a new me, leave the old behind and begin again. I’ve ritualized it - intentions and visions and altars and tarot spreads and beeswax candles and incense and bowls of salt water - begin again, begin again, begin again. be different, this time.
and I realized, this time, that I need to build a container for last year, because last year was the year of my rape and the healing from it. last year was the year I learned to heal myself because I had no choice but to sit down and deal with it - with physical and talk therapy (highly recommend), with nine months of intensive yoga, with alcohol (do not recommend), with homemade bread and bone broth and rosehip syrup.
what I learned by trying to beat myself over the head into being different this time, is that healing means something else.
so I am building a container for last year. it will contain my rape, but it will also contain my yearning for care and the ways in which I learned to care for and heal my self and my body. last year is the foundation for this year, for this new season of nourishing.
a few medicines for the first full moon of the new year:
on discipline as a ritual of self-parenting
on dismantling racism in public health and health care
on bodies, in wool and graphite and linen and tapestry
what are your rituals for the new year? click reply to tell me