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Soul Cleanse Sundays: A Safe Space for ALL women of Color

" I wish there were places I felt safe to break in mote often. There are far and few. Sometimes between them I feel this swelling climbing up my throat and think this is it. Its too late to make it and so I crumble. Never forgetting that breaking is never beautiful. Its tears, blood and sweat. God I wish I wasn't so good at hiding my pain as poetry and prose.

I wish I was better at planting confidence to grow into wings. But I plant doubt. I am mean to myself. I plant emptiness and so I never really become anything but an impostor. Nothing but an anxious shell of a pretender. Just an actress with a really good script for a strong woman. A brilliant one."

I wrote this scribble in September 2017, a time in which my entire life felt like one big break. I was fragile and raw desperate for a place were I would be allowed to break in and where I would still be seen as a warrior even if I did. So when I did not find that place I decided to create it. One of the many goals I have set for my 2018 is to grow and heal deliberately. Of course you might ask what does that mean? It means that in order to be deliberate about my growth I have to be honest with myself about my weaknesses and my strengths and address them. I have to be intentional about identifying my wounds, my broken places, my sicknesses, cleaning them up, resetting bones, bandaging them up, tending to them and allowing them to really heal, in healthy ways.

So this event is an invitation to join me on that journey. Soul Cleanse Sundays its held every last Sunday of the Month and will be a space for women of color to do some deliberate healing. It is also a space for us to create healthy networks and relationships in which we can find ourselves able to break and still be seen as warriors. For us to redefine strong womanhood, not as carrying everyone's burden but as being well enough to carry ourselves. For us to pour into ourselves. The first session is this weekend is hosted by Namast'ay Fitness Studio who are our partners on this amazing initiative, we will begin the session with meditation and yoga set followed by a conversation to help us set intentions for our deliberate growth and healing through the rest of the sessions.

Although I want to make this accessible to all women there are some costs that go into putting the sessions together and tickets will vary throughout the year but this session is costed at 150. If you can afford to please do let us know if you would like to buy an extra ticket for us to give away to other women who cannot afford to buy tickets. This way we can all make it inclusive. Speaking of which, this is a safe space for ALL women, including queer women and trans women. It is a no homophobia, transphobia, sexism, ableism, classism, or racism zone.

We are also trying to enviromentally friendly in support of Namast'ay Fitness' wholesome sustainable approach to life. Therefore this space will not have any meat products neither will we have alcohol available. We will also have a digital set up for ticketing soon but in the meantime, Please email Jamillahmoyo@yahoo.com or whatsapp 72263964 to get payment options and be added to our guest list. This event requires you PrePay as we have only 10 slots available this month.

If you would like to partner with Us please do drop me an email via Jamillahmoyo@yahoo.com


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