After a few weeks, my thoughts have truly finally settled in. I was experiencing emotional highs and lows which are natural post competing so intensely and I learned something new about myself. I’m a winner. But I don’t behave like one. I lived life not feeling I was ever good enough or that I could be enough. Of course that’s the enemy talking but that’s where I was. I trained my mind to believe I could do anything but just enough to win once. Winning is a lifestyle too. Be proud of every small win. ACKNOWLEDGE IT. Here are some things to do... .
Write down something you’ve done well every day in a journal, and be specific about the intrinsic qualities this demonstrates, whether it’s creative thinking or tenacity.
Create a personal affirmation you can repeat whenever you get the chance to improve your self-belief: “I make great decisions and can get through anything” for example.
Catch yourself when you’re about to respond with a negative brush off, whether it’s “That would never work,” or “We don’t have time to think about that now.” Ask yourself whether there’s a more optimistic take on the situation. Are you defaulting to lack?
Plants plants plants plants plants omg plants. I love these plants. They care for me. They care for my family. They care for my community. I continue to be in awe at the medicines that our mother Earth so lovingly gives to her children.
My finding the path of herbalism is no mistake. Every path of my lineage leads to people who cared for their communities with plant medicine. Whether it be my African ancestors or my Indigenous ancestors; all of them cherished land. It is no mistake that I felt pulled to the East Coast as a place to truly settle in with my botanicals and plants. All of the blood in my veins comes from land here in the East.
When I go to the land in Farmville; I feel it. The land knows, and I walk through it humbly. I try to imagine the stories that happened under each tree, over each hill, and beyond the horizon. The familiarity I feel with the land, I also feel with each plant I take care of. Many raised from seed; each one of them has a story to tell. A story that I know because I have watched them every day since they sprouted from the seed into light. These beings aren’t just plants. They are spirits. They are family. They are ancestors. Watering them is like bringing water to the village elder out of love and respect. I know there would be no us without them. I honor that. We should honor that.
The land in Farmville is becoming a place to honor, love, connect, and be liberated.
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