On this MLK day 2018

As MLK day is meant to be observed as a day of service, I woke up this morning thinking about what that means to me now and what it has meant for me in the past. It’s a special MLK day for me this year given it’s also the year that I launched this blog. Though it’s a blog about my personal life experiences and journey, my intention is to inspire and connect with others. This is something that I’ve wanted to do for many years now. So today I asked myself the question, why now?

First, let me start by telling you why not then. Well there was the obvious thing, fear. I was afraid what I wrote about wouldn’t be interesting let alone inspiring. I was afraid that I would be judged by others given some of the things I had to share. I didn’t believe my writing was good enough, I mean it’s not like I majored in English for starters. The list goes on… The biggest reason though for my fear, was because I didn’t think anyone would really care. I never backed the belief, that I could make a difference or that I could inspire someone. I saw myself through the multiple identity’s society has placed on me and women like me for centuries. I was a statistic, your typical Latina, I wasn’t the kind of woman people listened to. I was just another brown girl. I mean let’s face it, the number of women of color who open their mouths and people actually listen, are few and far between. Of course, this is now shifting some thankfully. However, I have to say, for a very long time, I believed you had to look a certain way, talk a certain way and have a certain background, before anyone would give you the time of day. And I know I was not alone.

Though our current political and social climate may suggest otherwise, I feel we have a slight opening. There has been enough movement for women, especially women of color, to speak up, share their voices and more importantly, to lead. I realized late in my life that my experiences as a child and in my early years all happened for a purpose. It was, it is, a part of my journey and my purpose. A very important part. There is something that happens to a human being who has experienced trauma, abuse, neglect or abandonment. It changes you, it alters you. I know this to be true from personal experience and from people I know and admire greatly. Some of the best people I’ve met in my life have suffered greatly and it’s something I feel personally called to study. Of course, when one undergoes those experiences there is for the most part, an increase in compassion that occurs naturally, but I believe there is more to it than that. It senses almost like a soul’s calling to something bigger.

I’m just a normal simple woman, so I’m not saying that my starting to write this blog means the world is going to shift, or maybe it is, who knows. I just know I can personally state that something huge shifted in here for me to finally take this step. Is it the force of women rising everywhere? Is it the threat to the patriarchy? I have no fucking clue yet, but rest assured, from now on, I will keep you posted.

And on this day and every day, thank you Dr. King. We stand on the shoulders of those before us.

Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, what are you doing for others? – Martin Luther King Jr

Wait, it took how long for me to find my inner voice?

I wanted to begin my second blog post on the heels of my first. I wanted you to know that what happened in “How in letting everything go, I found the beauty in nothing” was almost ten years ago.  I also wanted to specifically note that, I was 34 years old. 34! It took me 34 years on this planet to not only hear my inner voice, but 34 years to listen to it and trust it. Now of course there were a ton of other things going on in my life during those 34 years that I’m sure we’ll get into in subsequent posts, my mother’s addiction, traumatic childhood, teen pregnancy, disastrous marriage, obsession with the material… I won’t go on yet… The reason I’m saying this is because I know as women we beat the shit out of ourselves. We can never, ever get it right. Be it for us or those around us. The world has come to know this as just a common trait of being a woman. I on the other hand see this as thousands of years of trained behavior. Thank you, family. Thank you, culture. Thank you, society. Thank you for determining that we as women, should not trust ourselves.

I’ve found this fascinating as every spiritual teacher I have ever studied under has repeatedly taught me that women are the access to all. We are the way. The way to Spirit, the way to love, the way to peace and the way to access all revered things in this world. I know, it sounds like I’m adding more to our already full plates. Let’s consider a different perspective for a moment. Why else would the world spend thousands of years suppressing everything and anything Feminine. Why do people shun what they don’t know? Fear, that’s why. To live in a world where the Feminine is valued, honored and sacred would be like a magical sci-fi fantasy, a quantum shift. It would alter everything as we know it, how we do things, how we interact with one another and our future.

We are currently living in a time where all that has been under the surface of our lives and interactions with one another, is currently being ripped out from under the rug and thrown on the table and that is a good thing. Not many of us are shocked, but to have it all on the table for discussion, to have people actually being held accountable for their actions, this is indeed a new reality we are creating. Why now? The election of Trump maybe, the astrological shift that occurred in August and possibly many other reasons. I personally believe it’s a mix of all things, times up for sure on a hell of a lot.

As women we have endured, well I don’t have to tell you. Countless forms of degradation, abuse, inequality and positioning within the patriarchal structure of our societies, cultures and religions. This has affected us all, whether you’re a CEO, a homemaker, an educator, or a student. You’ve experience some form of suppression, inequality, demand to stay quiet and out of sight. “Women are to be seen, not heard”.

Today I see the amazing movements that have been happening all over the world (The Women’s march, #metoo, #timesup) that show a shift to what I pray is an opening for the Divine Feminine to rise. We’ve run the world underground, it’s time for us to start showing up in all of our glory, everywhere we can. I don’t want another woman to spend 30, 40, 50 years or even worse a lifetime, to realize she hasn’t been living her truth, listening to her voice or serving her purpose. Mad love…