Sit sometime as if to meditate
or better yet
sit cross legged
straight back
breathe... breathe deep
Let go of everything
When I did this I noticed the colours
yes the colours
I was sitting late afternoon
towards the sun
and I held my head high
the colour was light... light, fresh and airy
But I felt tired so I lowered my head
and it darkened until it was almost black
And instantly a thought came to me...
it was like shame
it was the gesture of lowering my head
which can be shame...
And then it hit me...
raise your head girl
that's where the light is
that's where the healing
where the joy is...
Raise your head...
As rape victims we lower our heads to shame
to every negative remark
every look, every gesture
Why do we do that?
I don't know the answer.
But I do know that in learning to raise our heads we find light and healing.
We need to hold our heads high, we need to learn to do that.
And we need permission to do just that...