A humanity issue.
We have entered into the second half of this 2020 year.
No one could have asked for the awakening within our world in this moment in time.
Our global pandemic, the uproar In social injustice— these are just the few we cannot unsee. There is so much more happening in our world.
Maybe though, our world has been on fire much longer than we have been paying attention.
Can we enter this second half of the year and become recommitted.
Recommitted to being an advocate. This isn’t a matter of having the right “opinions”—
this is a humanity issue. It’s a coming together to unify. To heal. Not to restore, because restoration means something existed before. We are creating. We are redefining.
A humanity issue that needs looked at and attended to.
Stepping into our own work in order to link arms with fellow HUMANS. People.
We are still learning, still seeking out info, still sitting down to understand, so we can do our part.
We challenge you— recommit. Perhaps the next half of the year is a commitment to bettering the world around you through knowing and bettering yourself. We need to awake up to our lives more now than ever.
Our world is being called forth, to collectively heal.
We are learning with our community how we can know better to DO better.
William Campbell
The Process : Awareness into Action
We enjoyed our collaboration with Tierra Briscoe last week.
Tierra selected the GirlTrek Organization to donate to.
GirlTrek, the largest public health nonprofit for African-American women and girls in the United States. With nearly 100,000 neighborhood walkers, GirlTrek encourages women to use walking as a practical first step to inspire healthy living, families, and communities. As women organize walking teams, they mobilize community members to support monthly advocacy efforts and lead a civil rights-inspired health movement.
Our second offering is July 8, hosted live via Zoom.
This week we are collaborating with William Micheal Campbell Sr.
Born and raised in Detroit, he is a Michigan native. He is coming into our community to create a conversation.
Come with questions we can unpack together to become a better ally for POC.
Link will be emailed out 2 hours prior to gathering! All proceeds from this virtual workshop are used to compensate our guests, and make a donation to a organization of their choosing. Must sign up prior.
Have you tried our Virtual platform yet?
We are fine tuning again and again to offer you the most tangible, at-home experience possible.
For just $30 per month.
We are Virtual.
COVID-19 UPDATE
the Holding Pattern.
We are waiting (with you) for the all clear.
We are so ready to get back to it— we have a plan to return in place, guidelines, and processes in place to ensure proper sanitization, health and safety, etc. And now we wait.
Our plan for reopening :
We will open the first Monday after we get permission.
So stay tuned.
Stay healthy. Wear a mask. Do your due diligence.
One for all, all for one. We are anxiously awaiting the return.
We miss you.
TREAT YOUR SELF
Enhance your daily experience. Let us help.
“When you heal, you will understand why you broke.”
It’s all happening for the greater good.
the Awakening.
The undoing, unlearning, to relearn. To reestablish.
It’s all part of the plan. And it’s only bringing you closer to YOU.
And to this one precious life.
Let’s begin.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
