In our collective pursuit of inner peace, my intent is to share those things that have acted as healing balms in my life. The list is by no means exhaustive, but it does vary in medium, scope, and source. If life has taught me anything, it’s that blessings often disguise themselves as fears, and angels often look like the biggest pain in the ass. Here’s are some of the bricks that have helped me rebuild my heart:
Silence and Solitude
Being still used to be something I couldn’t do if you paid me. I spun around non-stop like Sister Tsunami, working 12 hour days, being on call for every friend I had, sporting my little war torn Superwoman cape. After allowing some authentic women to truly speak into my life, I realized that all I was doing was ducking and dodging the issue at hand; the one thing that would build my bridge to healing: ME. I set aside time to be alone, and I do it without guilt. Reflection is so core to personal peace. You cannot take care of yourself if you don’t know yourself. Can you answer the question, “what do I need to find more happiness?” If not, discipline yourself to journal, reflect, and discern until you can come up with at least one response. Be it closure, divorce, restful sleep, coming out, or a career change, reflection provides you to focus the blurr puzzle pieces and empowers you to make informed decisions to seek peace.
Well, where do I begin? Her ability to put a generation of pain, lust, love, prayer, indescribable joy in a 4-minute track? The miraculous slope of her hips, the unapologetic prowess in her smile? The seed she has planted in the heart of virtual strangers? You decide. I never tire of her work; I anxiously await more; when I saw her live, I acted like a damn fool. This was my anthem as I braved the process of divorce and creating a new normal:
Watching the sunset has always provided a sense of God’s presence for me. It reminds me that this day, with all it’s misdirection, mistakes, and missed opportunities, is over. Tomorrow, new mercies await.
The 2 C’s: Cocktails and Comedy
There is nothing like laughing. There’s nothing like laughing with your homegirls. Better still, laughing with your favorite people while stylishly caressing a snifter or lowball of your favorite libation has nursed the cracks in my soul’s foundation on MANY occasions. Living Single is my favorite portrayal of Black women on TV. Smart, authentic, and devoid of the caricatures that rob us of our depth and dignity.
I am so thrilled Oxygen started playing old episodes in the morning. They make facing the morning a little easier. Other pools of comedic healing:
Now let’s get to libations. When you need a bang for your buck, go with the Long Island Iced Tea. All the clear liquor dancing around in one glass with the refreshing kick of iced tea and lemon. I can taste it right now. Me likey.
Want a to rock a more sophisticated vibe? Martini all the way, baby. I’m a vodka girl, and will sing the praises of Belvedere and Hangar One (don’t sleep on this one) until my dying day.
Be it the Bible, poetry, nonfiction, magazines or novels, the written word feeds my soul in a way that can be defined as nothing short of holy. To me, words are living, breathing extensions of the human spirit. To read them, allows me the opportunity to submerge myself into the landscape of another, feed off of their energy and use it to color my otherwise dim day. And to write words? Oh boy, to write, is my heart’s joy! It allows me that discernment, creativity, and non-violent (yeah, I said it) outlet I need to process my pain and nurture my soul.
So there you have it, Brown Betty’s healing balms. I return to them again and again, to chip away at the wall I have created around my heart, and promote my own healing, from the inside out.
What are your healing balms? What are doing to ensure you give yourself the space to reflect and grow healthy? Seize your peace without apology, without baby steps or a passive voice. Pursue it vigilantly. Unlike so many other material things, you do NEED this.