WRITE to release.  WRITE to heal.  WRITE to express.  WRITE to discover.  WRITE to be of service.   WRITE to find your voice.  WRITE to feel free.  WRITE to unfold.  WRITE to inspire.  WRITE to let go.  WRITE to manifest.  WRITE to be heard.  WRITE to make a difference.  
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More than ever, writing saves me from feeling helpless when I don't know what to do or how I can help.  I wrote the following excerpt on instagram the other day and immediately felt lighter, just being able to get my feelings out and shape them into words.  Hopefully letting someone else who feels like me know that their words can be powerful and we all can fight in our own way with our own kind of passion.  Admittedly, I don't always speak out publicly on social justice or politics because I don't want to argue and debate with people.  But I know I don't want to be silent either.  Once again it comes down to knowing your unique voice and using it in your own way to spread the energy you want to spread.  
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What can I do?  
Someone who can't stop watching the videos, the horror, the days gone tragically and abruptly wrong.  Someone who believes that black lives matter, that all loves matter, but black lives are valued less in the society where I live and raise my black children.  Someone who detests posturing and stereotyping and sweeping generalizations about any group of people.  Someone who doesn't fight with violence or hate, but refuses to be bullied into a timid existence because of the random acts of execution happening everyday.
What can I do?
This is what I've been asking myself.  I can refuse to apologize for the color of my skin and the generational trauma that comes with it.  I can stop living in fear of the police, the wrong police on the wrong day, their selective occupational fear, and the assumptions they could make about my outspoken black boy.  I can peacefully and creatively protest.  I can publicly and privately fight and teach and inspire with all the joy and pain that fuels me.  
This adversity is certainly not new, but now it is live in vivid, excruciating color.  Eyes are open.  Hearts and minds are struggling.  But we don't have to be hateful, helpless or hopeless.  We can all show up. We need the organizers and activists as much as we need the healers, researchers, artists and prayers.  We need to remember how abundant we are and how strong love is.  We need to give each other the strength to keep overcoming and standing tall.  Spread something positive. Do something helpful.  Channel love. Don't let fear win.

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Find out more about my four week online workshop here.  Today is the last day for the super early bird special.  Sending you all the love and positive vibes.  Protect your joy.    xo