Last night was the first session of How She Knew: The Fugitive Epistemologies Intensive and we made a shared sacred space out of our knowing and growing in this moment and beyond time. We honored the people who have known us and grown us, we reflected on what the extended prayers of our given and chosen names have taught us and are teaching us now. We activated the first chapter of Spill as an oracle for our questions for the new year. We undressed our fears. We remembered the difference between nourishment and nonsense. We remembered our assignments for this next stage of our knowing. We redefined the words that shape and limit our action. We celebrated the tough love of black teachers and remembered that life itself is a black teacher. We looked again newly at the same situations and divined and discerned their lessons. We listened with generosity and love. We held each other’s families and futures in our hearts. And this was just day one!!!!
Check out this discernment poem and use it to look at the challenge, intention or question that you are starting the year with. Imagine that every line is an assessment of the challenge you are facing right now.
And if a love-filled process of digging deep sounds delicious to you, sign up for next week’s intensive: Dig: Womanist Archeologies.
This and This and This: Discernment and Divination
by the participants in “How She Knew: Fugitive Epistemologies Webinar”
It looks like a pause.
It looks like clarity.
It looks like gut feeling.
It looks like honoring your sacred.
It looks like moving in intention.
It looks like moving in what you know.
It looks like how you break open.
It looks like what is broken open.
It looks like unfolding deeper than deep thought it could go.
It looks like vulnerability claiming.
It looks like why you invite sight to or away from a vantage point.
It looks like been there done that.
It looks like discernment.
It looks like trusting again.
It looks like your listening.
It looks like knowing love is you.
It looks like life giving.
It looks like freedom teaching freedom.
It looks like growth growing growth.
It looks like love finding love over and new again.
It looks like seeking the sweetness.
It looks like sweetness.
It looks like wild forgiveness.
It looks like dance in all its dynamic brilliance.
It looks like a zeal to remain wandering with life.
It looks like movement.
It looks like freedom.
It looks like change.
It looks like me.
It looks like yes to you.
It looks like being my word.
It looks like commitment to my truth.
It looks my own open eyes.
It looks like your purpose.
It looks like closer to you.
It looks like giving way.
It looks like liberation.
It looks like the first star.
It looks like a tender honey comb.
It looks like fear and spilling over anyway.
It looks like everything else I was ever afraid of
(and still did with grace and excellence).
It looks like everyone is ready to support and celebrate.
It looks like the version of myself that has already proven everything.
It looks like how I already got over.
It looks like oceans.
It looks like generations.
It looks like eternity.
It looks like more.
It looks like it is.
It looks like this and this and this.