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Reflect. Plant seeds. Rest.

Lessons learned

2020 has been an incredible teacher, if you were in the space to hear and receive the lessons. For me, some of the greatest lessons and take-aways have been:

  • Stepping into my spiritual gifts
  • Become a student grounded in the art of boundary setting
  • Connecting with my ancestors
  • Opening myself to relationships with incredible teachers
  • Allowing spirit and faith to guide my steps
  • The power of exploring and fostering my inner sanctum
  • Shifting my perspective on loss

This is not an exhaustive list. It currently feels critically important to acknowledge the seeds that this year has planted. The seeds that I will continue to foster with intention and allow to bloom in their own time.

May we learn from winter

Winter is a season of rest and hibernation. A season of internal preparations. As the leaves fall from the trees, leaving barren limbs – the tree is focusing on replenishing it’s energy. Simultaneously, as it dropped its leaves, it has spread it’s seeds- Seeds of new life and ideas.

May we learn from this awesome and powerful season – which, in the case of 2020, has metaphorically been carrying on through the year.

Call to action

To prepare for the challenge and call to action below, I invite you to get grounded. Some of the ways I ground are through yoga asana flows, meditation with my plants and music. A current favorite song is Grounded by Ari Lennox

Take a few moments and some deep breaths as you explore these questions:

  • What do I desire?
  • What do I want to create for myself?
  • How can I foster my imagination?
  • What does it mean to live with intention?
  • What “seeds” can I plant now – knowing that they will grow later?

Invite your answers to guide you and then allow yourself to rest knowing that the ideas -as seeds- have been planted.

I’m glad my words were able to reach you. Hello solstice.

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Learning to love the power of stillness

Mia sitting in stillness with hands in prayer

The space between breaths

I am generally an advocate for movement in all forms; physically, emotionally, financially, spiritually, etc, but the need for restoration, the power of stillness and reflection are equally important. Imagine the space between your breaths. That is a place of stillness and endless potential; a discerning point between the in and out breath. This pause is a neglected yet significant part of the breath.

Mind and body

I have been struggling to find mental stillness for the past couple of days and today a conversation with a dear family member brought things into perspective. As my mind moves a million miles a minute, I can be still and breathe. I am able to find stillness with my body and allow it to transfer within. Returning to the present with love in my heart, for that’s all that is.

The present is a gift

For the sake of transparency, I have been spending less and less time in my stillness. My intentional meditation practice has dwindled and I am beginning to feel it. Constantly on the move, going to the next idea, thought, or task. Running from myself figuratively and literally. This post serves as a reminder to myself and you, the reader, that being present is a gift.

Unlearning busyness

In this life, we are constantly stimulated and distracted. Finding stillness does not need to be boring. This is something to unlearn. Tapping into the power of your stillness and being present has the potential to hold the answer to any matter of the mind or heart. Being still, we can actually hear and be with ourselves. Can we learn to be still and breathe? Give it a try with this song, a personal favorite, and jot down anything that comes to mind.

How I the power of stillness

  • listen to guided mediations
  • play music without lyrics
  • sit in nature
  • walk on grass barefoot
  • look at the palms of my hands
  • focus on a stagnant object

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Energy Awareness: what’s going on with your “cup”?

two friends embracing and smiling

On this journey of reconnecting with myself and my gifts, I’ve become keenly aware of ways that I share my energy; specifically, the times that I am pouring from my cup into others. Who I do it for? What times of the month I am more inclined to give of myself freely? How I share myself?

Filling my cup

I am proud of myself for this increased energy awareness and encourage you to pay attention too. I have learned that creating art, writing, dancing, reading, singing, self-play, meditation, moving and practicing/teaching yoga help me refuel. While this is a nice list of things that I enjoy, they are almost exclusively solo activities.

Don’t get me wrong, solo activities are crucial. It is important to be able to enjoy your time with yourself. I’ve become skilled in the art of masturdating. As an semi-extroverted introvert, I know that I need me time to be my best. But there is more to the story.

Pouring from an empty cup is draining. So is not allowing yourself to be poured into by others.

If you’re anything like me (regularly doing for and helping others) when do you allow yourself to be catered to, listened to or taken care of ? Who do you let in to care for you ? How does it feel to be poured into? Who do you hold space with – not just hold space for?

Story time

I recently connected with some good friends for brunch at their home. I hadn’t seen them in a long time due to the pandemic but after months of virtual games and lots of FaceTime catch ups, we were finally enjoying a meal together.

I brought drinks and fruits to contribute to the brunch. However, each time I tried to help with the preparation of the meal they told me they are taking care of it and by extension me.

Who do you hold space with – not just hold space for?

Share the give and take

This is a simple example but having friends who are intentional about caring for me and listening to me remind me that there can be balance in relationships; a shared give and take.

Relationships like this friendship remind me that I deserve to be loved, cared for and taken care of the way that I care for others. That my cup deserves to be poured into. Do you know what’s going on with your cup?

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Reflecting on rain

tree pose in the rain

This morning, I went to the track to run for the first time in months. As I pushed myself to complete a mile, I was transported back to my track and soccer days . The sky darkened and became more overcast, but I wasn’t pressed. I was transiting from jogging to sprinting and other people were still running and working out on the field, even as it began to rain lightly.

A few minutes later, as I finished my last sprinting lap, the sky opened up. Now, it was me and one other person who was kicking a soccer ball around on the opposite end of the field. As I laid on the track to catch my breath, I felt every rain drop making contact with my face. I felt calm, comfortable and cleansed. My plan was to do to yoga on the field after running, so that’s what I did. Practicing handstands, headstands, tree pose, dancing in the rain, and doing cartwheels, I simply took in and became one with the rain. I felt so light, free and full of joy. The gratitude I felt for the earth and water elements surrounding me, was deep and breathtaking.

As I wrapped up my short practice and prepared to head back home; I began to think about what rain means for me. When people think of a rebirth, many will imagine a Phoenix rising from the ashes. While that imagery is part of my thinking, I generally consider rain and its cathartic, cleansing power. For me, rain brings up space for new life, it fosters an environment for ideas to grow and flourish physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, metaphorically, and beyond.

Self Inquiry

What do you do when the rain comes?

What does the rain mean for you?

What do you learn from the rain?

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It’s been a beautiful challenge

senior reflection speech that I gave on May 17th 2018 at Georgetown’s Multicultural Graduation Ceremony, Harambee.

Class of 2018, family, friends, guests, it is truly an honor to share with you all tonight. I am Mia, a Biology of Global Health major and Women’s and Gender Studies minor from New York. I think it is only right that I start by saying congratulations! You have worked incredibly hard to reach this point and should be very proud of yourselves. Whether you realize it or not at this moment, each of you has accomplished a great feat! So please take a moment to applaud yourselves (make them clap for themselves)

When asked about my Georgetown experience, I sum it up to a beautiful challenge that I am grateful to have experienced and survived. The terminology beautiful challenge came to me my junior year as I was entering one of the most emotionally challenging times in my life. The words beautiful and challenge are simple while they hold so much meaning. As a person who likes to receive good news last, I will start with the meaning that “challenge” holds in my story. Not that a challenge is a bad thing because you know you can’t grow inside your comfort zone.

But, as we all know and have experienced, Georgetown is a tough place to be. While I have not heard the words “you don’t belong here” I have felt it. Each day presented me with new challenges to face and overcome. Freshman year challenges included surviving NSO (new student orientation) week, getting lost on campus, finding my classes, making friends, homesickness, procrastination, and struggling with feelings of alienation and isolation when I looked around my class and saw no faces that looked like mine. Sophomore year included defining my course of study, struggling with aspects of my identity, having my numerous commitments catch up to me while still finding my voice and space on campus, situationships, shifting friend groups, the sophomore slump, financial struggles, losing grandparents, and so much more. Then there was junior year; moving on up to the big leagues. At this point, I dealt with the pressure to lead, think about the future seriously, secure internships and potential jobs, made and lost friends, felt stuck emotionally, and reached a breaking point. Next up: senior year which came with a boatload of mixed emotions and challenges. Balancing relationships, dropping pre-med, confronting my own issues after avoiding them for so long, rejections from post-grad plans, just to name a few. Now, I know all that was heavy, but remember I said I like to save good news until the end.

Just as Georgetown challenged me, I challenged it and this process taught me how important it can be to reshape and reframe your own narrative and find the beauty in every challenge. I am proud to say that in my time at Georgetown, I have made my mark. During my freshman year, I was part of a group of students known as the Last Campaign for Academic reform that mobilized, organized, and pushed the administration to make a change and include a diversity requirement in the core requirements of every student at Georgetown. As an institution that values community in diversity and educating the whole person, it only makes sense that students who come through Georgetown take time inside the classroom to explore and engage with difference. I am happy to say that the requirement is now entering its second year. Of course, this is not the only thing that I was involved with during my freshman year, but being a part of that amazing group of students helped me step out of my comfort zone and use my voice and skills to create change. I was able to continue to grow these skills during the summer following my freshman when I was an intern with a DC-based non-profit, ONE DC.

In my sophomore year, I continued to engage in the community in different ways. I continued my internship, sang in the Gospel choir, danced with Black Movements Dance Theater, became a woman of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Incorporated and grew as a leader with the Minority Association of Pre-Health Students. Being in these different spaces engaging with other minority students on campus and reflecting on my course work, I truly began to take time to explore my own identities, especially as a black woman on Georgetown’s campus. I began to engage in more conversation about intersectionality and my life as a determined, spiritual, cisgender, Caribbean-American woman, whose family was part of the upper middle class. I had conversations with my friends, my spiritual guides on campus and my professors. I also began to think more about the identity that I had created for myself here at Georgetown. I found myself overwhelmed in silence but continued to press on and engage in my numerous extracurriculars on top of my pre-med courses.

The summer going into my junior year, while struggling with organic chemistry, I decided to start going to counseling on campus after being encouraged by a dear friend. In this space, I thought about the ways that I, like so many students, were parts of numerous clubs, double majoring, sacrificing sleep and just engaging in a generally unhealthy culture of stress and busyness. To combat this, as a resident of the Black House, I put on numerous events that focused on self-care from coloring with chaplains to movie nights, and my “Let’s Talk Hair” events. I was so determined to take care of the community that I forgot about myself even after constant reminders from Dav and Shola until I found a new counselor who changed my life. The summer before senior year, I got away from Georgetown and went back home. It was the longest time that I had been at home since arriving here (at Georgetown) freshman year. Being away, I had the space to grow and have conversations with myself and I came back to Georgetown in senior year with a new attitude and energy.

As a senior, I am happy to say that I have been transformed during my time at Georgetown. I have found my passions and purpose. I have grown into my own with the help of my professors, staff, and the people that I call my chosen family, my friends. I am definitely not the same person that walked onto Georgetown’s campus four years ago and for that I am grateful. This ride called the beautiful challenge dragged, shaped and molded me into the woman who stands in front of you today. But it is not over. Going forward we will continue to be challenged in a multitude of ways and also experience moments of pure bliss and beauty. I hope that each and every one of you will not forget what happened here, take the good, the bad, and the ugly from Georgetown and help it guide and propel you. May you remember to take deep breaths, reshape and reframe your own experiences, and revel in your greatness.

Thank you all for listening and taking a ride on the Beautiful Challenge with me. Hoya Blaxa!