Appendix A
This appendix contains reflections from our circle family. Reflections are written in different formats and hold personal experiences. Permission was granted for each participant to share these stories as a part of the oral history of Urban Atabex Organizing and Healing in Community Network.
Appendix A.1. Sunshine
I am a Black Panamanian Woman who in the late 80’s was looking to save myself, but instead I was going about it by saving the world.
I became involved in social and political activism. I was going to political meetings every night and was marching in all the demonstrations both near and far.
My journey delivered some blessings to me because I became involved with the 1st World Women of color self-healing circle. We saw our lives as a combination of spiritual and political action.
I was experiencing guilt, self-criticism, and resentment about my oppression. The women in the circle began to have discussions on how to go within to heal ourselves and our community. This led to my participation in yoga classes, psychotherapy, and healing retreats outside of the inner city and a network of supportive partnership with each other. These events were all designed and conducted by women of color, this minimized the burdens of sexism and racism.
I remember my first yoga class was on a second-floor landing at Daya Associates, a Healing Center on 125th Street. Amidst the noise, distractions, and disruption from the community, with all that we remained focused to fulfill our intentions to achieve self-love, forgiveness, self-approval, and self-acceptance. I viewed the conditions of the environment as a helpful tool to help me with my transformation.
The retreats were organized by our sister Esperanza [Martell] who had begun the Healing Circles. There I learned Emotional Release Work, anger release exercises, meditation, body cleansing, and healthy eating.
Learning how to use journaling exercises and writing my feelings as honest as I could for my emotionally growth. Prior to participating in the healing circle, I viewed the world with blinders that stunted and delayed my progress to see a world that continues to challenge how I heal my life. I continued my life work of self-healing with Circle work at Casa Atabex Ache and with Unban Atabex. I attend Community Circles and the change of season events led by a new generation of healers and organizers. As long as we are oppressed, we will continue to heal ourselves, our families, community, and the world. Freedom is ours!
Appendix A.2. Lillian Jimenez
I worked with Casa Atabex Ache, a POC women’s healing center in the South Bronx as a consultant on organizational development. And, I had met some requirements in order to work with them. I participated in circle work and learned so much from those experiences. I observed that some women who were deeply wounded would use the process for their own means—manipulate others to be “right”. But, thank goodness, they were in the minority. Other women participated with full hearts. We learned to give expression to our pain and to respect and honor our feelings and to hold them and release them. It was an extraordinary experience.
One day, I arrived at Casa and before our meeting, I listened to some voice messages, and heard that one of my friend/colleagues had died. I went into the bathroom to grieve and cry. I washed my face and thought (in the midst of pain and grief) that I would not tell anyone in spite of the fact that I was in shock and in pain. I walked into the room and started to cry. I asked for a “goddess moment” and was encircled by the sisters in the room. I thought where else could I ask for support at this most difficult moment? Where else could I discharge the pain and grief? As the sisters embraced me, I was asked to talk about my friend, to tell the group about him, to say why he meant so much to me, how he made me laugh. And, within about 15 min., I had processed his death and released my pain, sorrow, and grief. Now, my grief did not miraculously disappear, but it abated because my sisters had let me hold him in my heart. Once I had cleared all the emotions and feelings, we did the work.
Later in life, I would help others to process their grief in a similar manner by asking the person in grief to tell me about their loved one who had passed and helped others to process their pain, sorrow, and grief. Healing circles are indispensable in doing social justice work because so many of us have been wounded by poverty, racism, sexism, and capitalism. And, the circles allow us to reclaim all of our humanity and to give voice to our pain—release the toxicity that has been embedded in us for decades and to live our lives productively, in a healthy manner and accept ourselves for the spectacular women we are.
Appendix A.3. Vetora Joseph
I met Espe [Esperanza Martell] in 1990 at a holistic health organization that I trained at as a Colon Therapist/Nutritionist. We soon formed a lifetime friendship and Espe became my mentor. As a person who has experienced sexual, physical, and verbal abuse, consequently, I quietly suffered through my daily life with anxiety and sometimes panic attacks. I prayed for something or someone who could exonerate me from this toxic stalker called fear. Then, the universe sent me Espe. When I first did the CIRCLE WORK, it broke open the hard shell that these toxic sufferings lived and tormented me. That began my lifelong journey to heal and release the psycho-trauma haunted me. As a result, I started to take risks. I have been the proud owner of a holistic health business for the last 30 years. I service communities by giving nutritional consultations, colonics, and teaching colon health. It’s been truly a blessing and honor for me to service my community. Also, I’ve had past life regressions with Espe. Many times, during my past life regressions, I was able to see and experience the originating incidents that caused my suffering in my present life. Then, I was able to let it go and move on without having that toxic software run my life. It gave me such a sense of freedom. Esperanza has been placed in my life so I CAN FULFILL THE DIVINELY DESIGN PLAN THAT THE UNIVERSE OR GOD HAS PUT THERE AT BIRTH. Since I believe the purpose of LIFE is to be happy, we can discover our purpose. Then we can have our dreams fulfilled.
Appendix A.4. Haydee Morales
There is actually a photo of the moment my healing began. It’s dated 16 June 1991. I was invited to a women’s healing retreat by a trusted sister friend Marta Morales. An entire weekend had transpired where approximately 25 women released pain and trauma, cleansed with healthy seasonal food, detoxed from the city while at a retreat center in Northern NY, and connected to the earth. We were in the loving and capable care of women of color healers and activists. including Esperanza Martell, Urayoana Trinidad, Nakawe Cuebas, and others. I watched as others released pain and trauma, but I was too scared to do the same. My body, however, had other plans for me.
In the photo, taken after most of the cars and women left the retreat, I am seen sitting on a chair as Urayoana kneels in front of me to give me acupuncture for the relentless menstrual pain that had me miserable the entire weekend. Nakawe is three feet from me talking with the now late Fior Cruz. Immediately after Urayoana places a few needles in my feet, I begin to feel everything around me spin and I begin to pass out. Urayoana pushes a point above my lips, and I’m placed on the earth by the women, so I don’t fall off the chair.
Now I have a circle of women around me, holding me safely as the earth below me also holds me securely. In front of me is Esperanza. I’d watch her the entire weekend. I saw her bring out unspeakable pain from every woman who stood before her. I too had an unspeakable shameful secret. Now my eyes were wide open watching her, but my secret had me clenching my jaw tightly shut. She tells me “open your mouth”.
As I gained consciousness, I felt a woman behind me holding me and a circle of women around me. Women with knowing. I was now those same women I had watched all weekend. I was at the center of the circle. Esperanza tells me “OK you didn’t want to do the work with all the other women in the room so do it now”. Apparently, she’d been watching me too. “Tell me what’s good” she began. And then she asked, “what’s coming up?” as she pressed my lower abdomen with one hand and the center of my chest with another. I began to cry with no words. Tears of shame and tears of fear rolled out my eyes and down my face. I couldn’t tell the unspeakable.
Marta was there and Fior, Ura, Nakawe, and Espe If you were going to have a circle this was the once in a lifetime team of healers to steward the pain. And then I closed my eyes and said my secret to a circle of women who held my pain and trauma, as I moved through the circle work, from victimization to shame to guilt to horror to terror. Esperanza was still there in front of me telling me I hit terror, assuring me I was doing fine, and moving the emotional energy so that I could be safe in the process.
The circle model was hers and it was her. Esperanza embodied it. It was organic and it felt like she knew what you were about to say even before you did. She took me to a place of the injustice of my experience. I went from a whimper of releasing my secret to a place of shouting the injustice. She had NO RIGHT! Then every woman in that circle shouted the same as I watched their conviction. Yes! She had NO RIGHT I yelled. Together we shouted “She had NO RIGHT!”
Moving from a narrative of victimization to a narrative of how what we, as women of color, experience our lives in a racist, sexist, patriarchy is how I would define circle work. The goal being to move from the individualized experience to understanding what is happening to all of us as women who experience poverty, racism, colonialism, and more and then collectively taking action is how I would define the importance of the work. Also, central to the healing experience is the reclaiming of our traditional ways and the connection to the earth and its healing gifts. Lastly is the connection to each other as women who love each other with integrity and light.
This work 29 years later influences my personal life and my professional life. I dreamed, conceptualized, and created a women of color healing center in the South Bronx, called Casa Atabex Ache. I was part of the coordinating body of the First World Women of Color Healing Circle. I work every day to serve tens of thousands of young people, families, and communities in need from a place of love and integrity. I stand for justice in all my work and relations. I continue a lifelong friendship with Esperanza 29+ years and honor that she is the creator of the Womyn of Color Healing Circle model.
Appendix A.5. Marie Nazon
I was 30 when I began to look for God…in earnest. I grew up in a very Catholic, Haitian family. Church was an ingrained part of my life. My family gathered to praise de lord every Sunday. It was not if you were going to go to church, but what will you wear. Easter week, we were in church every single day. I heard about this God. Prayed to this God, but really did not know this entity, what that presence meant in my life or that I even needed God until I had a come to Jesus moment. At the age of 30 I was told I should consider a hysterectomy. Devastation does not quite capture how I felt at hearing this. As the 5th child of six, second daughter I always imagined that I would have a large family, a house full of children. The gynecologist was a Latina sister. I always try to use practitioners of color for my health care needs. How could this sister tell me to consider a hysterectomy? Merde! My womb was all messed up. An STD from an unsuspecting partner who cheated on me, an ovarian cyst, fibroids, and endometriosis. What baby wanted to marinate in that for nine months. I did not blame them for not wanting to come through. Was it the four abortions I had? Was it? Was God punishing me for getting rid of those babies? But I wasn’t ready…except for the last one. I so wanted to keep the last one. I had to clean up my act and fast. My greatest fear and my deepest hope were in my womb. I found God/Goddess, my spiritual path while on my knees begging for a child. I had a lot of shit to clean up and it was not just my body. I was in a toxic relationship, of years of back and forth on and off. Emotionally I was a wreck and spiritually disconnected and it all showed up in my womb in a physical manifestation of disease. When you are brought to your knees by circumstances, you get down to the ground and bow down to mother earth. I was being called to get close and personal with myself and spirit. I was being called to get grounded so I can heal. There was work up a head for me and a child was waiting to be born. When I left the doctor’s office that day never to return, unbeknownst to me I started my spiritual journey. I was clear I was not going to remove my womb. I was clear I was going to heal myself and I was clear whether it came through me or through another woman, I was going to be a mother. The dream of being a mother was in my bones, in my essences and God/Goddess had a plan for me. I was told if God/Goddess put a dream in your heart than it will manifest…. I was holding on to that promise.
The journey of healing my body, my spirit, in the early 1990s, led me to a sisterhood unlike no other that spoke to my ancestors. My healing led me to Esperanza Martell and the Womyn of Color Healing Circle, a group of fierce, badass, passionate black and brown women supporting, respecting, and loving each other through the dark times and in the light. Got your belly, got your back. And indeed, the work we did, emotional release work was taught to us by Esperanza, lovingly called Espe. Practitioners now have fancy word for it, somatic therapy, helped heal my body. Each month on a Saturday afternoon we gathered at sisters’ home or the office of one of our sisters, wearing our whites, smudging with white sage as we enter the sacred space emotional. Sisters literally had your belly and your back as you went through the cantharis of releasing current, years, ancient wounds, wounds that was yours and wounds that were your ancestors. The work was deep. In one afternoon, some sisters healed seven generations in their past and seven generations in the future releasing emotional and spiritual trauma. It was through this work, this sisterhood I learn about energy work, became a Reiki practitioner, how to use crystals, massage therapy, colonics, new way of eating life force food and caring for my body as the sacred vessel it is. I learned radical self-care and love. At the foundation of the sisterhood was a clear sense of purpose and guidance from our ancestors framed with a social justice consciousness to reclaim our power as Black and Brown women walking this earth. We took our healing arts to the streets and in the communities that needed our wisdom. It is in this circle at one of our solstice retreats I learned to love and respect my cycle, my moon, the sacred blood that flows through my body every month. The first time I dared to stick my finger in my yoni and touch my menses, looked at it and understood that this blood made me a co-creator with God. This blood held power, my power. I was in my 30s. The wonderment of it all! It is in this sisterhood I learned to howl at the full moon and what magik she held. This was a whole new world for me, a brave new world. I stepped into the unknown to heal and held in sisterhood by women who looked like me. When you are ready the teacher will show up, they say. And they showed up. For me, my teachers were the womyn, the Womyn of Color Healing Circle. My body healed. I recalled and connected to my spirit and remembered who I am, whose I am, and what I came to this world to do. A baby girl was born. We called her a Circle baby. Twenty-four years later I can see the influence of the Healing Circle in how she shows up on the world stage. She is because I am. A living legacy of the Womyn of Color Healing Circle. Ebun- her name means God’s Gift.
Appendix A.6. AT
Over my early years, my life was in shambles. I was a heavy drinker. However, I did dabble in other drugs. But alcohol was my drug of choice. Although my life was out of control people who knew me thought I had it all together. A good job, a nice home, a single mom, and I had lots of friends. The facade was so impressive I even started to believe it myself. Looking back at that time, I don’t know what I told myself in order to buy into my own lie. But it worked for years. Yes, the mask I presented outwardly, was far from how I felt about myself, or my life.
One day I received a call from a sister who invited me to a healing circle. I’d never heard of such a thing and told her I wasn’t interested. I thought to myself what’s to heal after all my life was perfect? Oh, how I lied even to myself without knowing it. Anyway, she persisted over a period of weeks, until finally, I said yes. I packed my bag with what she told me I needed plus a small bottle of rum. I just knew these people I was to meet knew how to party also.
Well, when I arrived and entered the space, I saw a sea of women sitting in a circle dressed all in white. At that moment somewhere in my spirit, I knew these ladies were getting high on something I had never ingested. They welcomed me and asked me ever so gently what was troubling me? I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. And although I tried to stop them, I just broke down. At that moment I felt something lift I didn’t know was even there. That is when I realized no one ever asked me that question before.
That was in 1992. Well, I’m now decades away from that time in my life. And so much healing has happened and continues to happen. I didn’t know then but healing ourselves so we can assist in the healing of others is a true blessing. In healing ourselves and others I’ve also realized how that energy heals the planet. Each time we touch, the lives of another lovingly Mother Nature smiles.
Being a part of the healing circle changed the trajectory of my life. With the tools I was given over the years, I’ve been able to stay on my path and share with others how to stay on theirs. Oh, I guess you’re wondering whatever happened to that bottle of rum. Well, I buried it on that land and haven’t put any mind-altering substances in my system since.
In closing, I would be remiss if I didn’t thank that Great Source that sent me to this planet in order to have these experiences. And for opening the door for me to meet those sisters, I thank you all. Also, to the sister who I call my Angel who persisted and insisted I attend, I thank you.
Healing can be uncomfortable at times but with support of the community, believe me, it’s so worth it. And as we heal, we begin to realize the purpose of it all.
Appendix A.7. Maria Marasigan
The healing circles have helped to remind me that we have everything we need to heal ourselves and that community can support us in that process in a way where no one who is all knowing comes to fix us. We come together to tune in together to tap into what we need, what we feel, release what’s not ours, claim what is and who we are, and reconnect to trusting ourselves in finding our own possibilities. Coming back to the basics of what we used as babies to communicate what we needed by listening to our bodies and responding with movements, sounds, visualizations to release, rebalance, and recenter into ourselves has been so helpful when I’m in community and also when I’m alone and reflecting on what’s happening in my life that needs attention. The concept of the healing circle having a warrior, coach, and anchor and that it’s a rotation of collective responsibility to take on all those roles to support one another and to know we can and need to step into all of those roles, removing the hierarchies of healing, and attaching roles of who you are and can be was a powerful concept. The taking of turns to be vulnerable, to be guided, to be supported, and the shared time given to everyone, I think it is such a helpful way to understand and practice interdependence, rotating through being a holder of space and also being held. It becomes quite challenging when we/I forget and don’t believe that we/I have the capacity to be a coach, that I could help someone else, especially during times of feeling broken and not enough. The circles help to remind me of reciprocity and that all of us are giving of the best of what we can and that we will also be receiving as we give, and no one gets left out of the benefits of the healing circle and no one gets left out of the burdens and hardships of the responsibility as well to one another, but because it’s shared work, it uplifts all of us to be better individually and together. The deepening of the release work with the connections to anti-oppression concepts take things to a different level and really created an awareness of internalized oppression and where it stems from for me that really opened up my mind 10 years ago when I joined my first community healing circle. I’m still learning a lot about myself, my patterns, the things I still hold on to as I slowly come back to the circles. It’s challenging to be consistent, but every time I do show up for myself and for others, there’s more of myself that I am remembering and discovering. Thank you, Esperanza [Martell] and the leadership teams, that I have been blessed to have circled with to share in healing, celebrating, co-creating, and dismantling.
Appendix A.8. Gabrielle Cuesta
Urban Atabex has transformed all areas of my life; they all bleed into one another. It was really difficult to feel like I deserved healing, especially with the privileged identities I hold, inclusive of light skin/white-passing race privilege, class privilege, cis, and able-bodied privilege. Perhaps this was also an excuse to not go deep enough; if I believed that my privileged identities made me undeserving of healing, then I didn’t have to go all the way in and fully give up the unhealthy coping ways that made/make me feel comfortable. The more I stay in guilt/shame, the more I am a cog in the wheel of oppression and not in action against these systems/working to transform them. This work has supported me in letting go of guilt/shame while also holding myself accountable to harm caused and a lifetime of unlearning/undoing. I more strongly believe I am worthy solely for who I am, unattached to the love of other people, while deeply connected to all beings. Due to this, I more strongly believe I deserve healing and that my healing is tied to the healing of others and further tied to the healing of the Earth. I talk more to my ancestors and to spirit; I see that I am never alone and try harder to soak in all the energy that is already around me in nature. Using Urban Atabex’s political analysis, I can quickly make connections between my unhealthy ways of coping and how they serve systems of oppression. A few examples include how it is easier for me to recognize when I am working longer hours and exhausting myself in an attempt to reach a white supremacist version of perfectionism and Capitalist productivity as well as an attempt to distract myself from my deeper pain. I catch myself when my need to control is amplifying my disordered eating and body dysmorphia and how my behavior feeds white/patriarchal models of beauty. I see how my desire to isolate when I am depressed leaves me enraged and taking no action towards liberation. Circle work has connected me to something bigger; when my healing is larger than me, I feel inspired and accountable to a community. I have seen a lot of the ugly parts of myself, confronted them, and learned to love them more. This work has also allowed me to be more in tune with the seasons and aware of my own energy changes with the Earth and how to align my behavior, body, and what I put into my body according to the time of year. Along with this, I am more deeply aware of intent; I consistently check in with myself and examine my behaviors and their alignment with my intent/the intent of this work. Overall, I feel a deeper sense of grounding to myself, others, the Earth, and spirit. This work is painful, scary, and hard. And, it is beautiful, powerful, and transformative. It has pushed me to stand in possibility when much of me wants to run away, hide, or give up. Here, possibility in the face of systemic oppression is resistance and where, I believe, lay the heart of liberatory work.
Appendix A.9. CC
I am still experiencing so much transformation in my life from what I’ve learned and still learning about how to deeply embody the work and teachings Espe has taught me while studying with her in the 13 week workshop and in our yearlong training. From the initial workshop I attended, my transition to a more plant-based diet has changed the way I have been in connection with my body. My first cleanse that I took on was so amazing to see how I could still be fully functional and present while just drinking liquids all day. At the end of it, I realized how rejuvenating that was for me and the practice of being in integrity, communication with my cleanse group and eye opening discovering what kind of relationship food had not only with my body but my emotions as well. I have come to be a regular user of essential oils in my day to day since it really helps to move me through challenging emotions like anxiety, anger, or frustration. The understanding of how to work the Four Agreements in my life, a book by Don Miguel Ruiz, has been challenging and very fruitful for myself when I remember to stay in line with them. Now, it doesn’t mean that I get what I want or a desired result when sticking to them, but I do feel for myself more fulfilled and in the right relationship with myself when I’m impeccable with my word or don’t take things personally like he goes over in his book.
Additionally, through this work I have developed a different relationship with death. Espe has provided a perspective, one that she made clear wasn’t new or something she came up with, which has been held by our ancestors and in some cultures today, that death isn’t only necessary but a friend and an ally. Death is not an enemy to fight back against or imagine we can avoid. Death has important lessons for us not only about accepting it but to learn how to live our lives more fully. Recently, a comrade took their own life and it really hit me hard, not only for the complete shock to learn about this person’s death and how it came about but what old emotions and feelings it brought up in me.
As a veteran, suicide is something I have a constant fear around for myself and those in my community. I’m part of an anti-militarism organization, About Face: Veterans Against the War, where we have had members take their own life and it’s documented how in a single day, there’s at least one veteran who takes their own life almost every hour. When I first got back home from the military, the level of guilt and trauma I felt weren’t things I was conscious to, but they still led me to behaviors which were harmful and helped me disconnect from those feelings at the same time. During that time, I had my own suicidal ideations or just ruminating about how death felt like the solution. If something was to happen to me during one of those nights when I was out partying and not caring about the consequences, then I would be ok if my life ended since that would give me a way out of that pain, out of my body, out of my own life.
This training has shown me how the oppressions we experience give us this logic that suicide is a solution to the issues and problems that we have in our life. Suicide is the most extreme expression of self-harm. This work has made it clear that those feelings can be released from me and that I can continue to combat those feelings by fighting against the institutions and even more important, the ideas which make suicide seem like a choice to me by taking action against those institutions and ‘isms which hold up White Supremacy, Capitalism, and Patriarchy.
Recently, as we closed out our year-long training, Espe encouraged me to share the learnings I had with our larger group and I had this statement to share with them, ‘Sadness is my friend. I take pleasure in being alive. Death is my friend, but I fear dying unjustly. I will be a stand for my life and for the life of others’. I’m so grateful for this work since it has reminded me so powerfully, that I will always fight for my life because I love being alive.
Appendix A.10. Michele
I am a White privileged Jewish woman whose life has been transformed by my participation in Urban Atabex’s trainings and healing circles. I’ve participated in activities run by Urban Atabex for the last ten years and constantly refer the following concepts and techniques that I learned there:
Healing in community by sharing breakdowns and breakthroughs
Emoting anger, sadness and feelings that can become strong and overwhelming
The Oppression Grid, gender, class and race analysis are constantly front and present in my perception of everything
Assessing and reassessing what I do and the way I show up
The concept that there are no right or wrong answers
Being vulnerable
LOVE
However, being that I am human, I still have work to do to share my vulnerability, being with not knowing and going with the flow. It has also been challenging for me to occasionally be the only White person that shows up in a community of color, with an organization committed to healing people of color. And, this experience contributes to my seeing that my role is to work with my White cohorts to transform and heal them from oppression, colonialism and the ills of capitalism.
As part of this training, I have to include the education at Landmark since it is a quasi-requirement for the trainings. I am in constant transformation from being a quiet, shy, oppressed woman to a warrior for liberation and equity. I have used this work in my teachings as a social work field instructor for community organizers by asking my students to use a gender, class, and race analysis in their organizing and constantly pointing out that what they comment on and see in their field placements are consequences of capitalism and all the isms that go with it. I have the same conversation with leaders in the philanthropic, nonprofit world, and with government officials.
I adore the trainings and continue to do them to keep them fresh and motivated to transform this world and bring the concepts mentioned above to as many people as possible. Also, leaning into the discomfort of being a White person showing up in a community of color grounds me in what I am committed to transforming, strengthens my conviction and ability to have the conversations that must be had with my White cohorts.
And finally, I don’t have the words to express how the LOVE within which this healing work is grounded has influenced my whole way of being.
I am so grateful to be part of the Urban Atabex Organizing and Healing Community.
Appendix A.11. Linda Tigani
This work has taught me how to build community grounded in healing for my soul. Two key concepts have stuck with me since being trained and participating in circle work. First, it is possible to be overloaded with oppression. The idea of being a glass full with oppression that spills and harms me and the people around me was eye opening. It forced me to see that self-care and healing heals myself and those around me. Self-healing with a focus on addressing the impact of white supremacy, capitalism and patriarchy is stopping racism in the moment by preventing internalized oppression from taking over. The second concept was the understanding that pain in my body is internalized oppression. Prior to beginning this work, I suffered from sharp lower back pain. This pain would present whenever i cleaned my house—most often when washing the dishes. Through this work, I healed from the impact of patriarchy via gender roles I learned as a child.
My main challenge was developing a new lens with language that was easily understood within the healing community. This made it hard to talk to others outside of this community and create connections to other communities.
Appendix A.12. Stephanie Martinez
The biggest challenge for me was showing up to do circles and having other folks witnessing it. I had (and still working through) fear around what was gonna come up for me during circles, feeling judged by what comes up for me, feeling shame that I was being vulnerable, (especially as a working class black femme who was raised in not showing vulnerability), and fear around being unsupported by folks who were witnessing what was coming up for me. Circle work has transformed the ways in how to show up to other people in my life and support them by making me show up for myself. I still use baby shake as a technique, using different oils used in healing circles, and body work for my self-healing journey. My possibilities for the future of this work is that it expands in the projects, in community centers, out in the parks. and sidewalks of working-class Black and Brown neighborhoods. Eventually when power is in the hands of the poor and we have fundamental social change throughout Turtle Island, that we use this as a means to collectively heal from all forms of white supremacy, patriarchy and capitalism.
Appendix A.13. 廷秝
Gratitude to the Ts’ou peoples, who’s land I am on as I write this, to the gold and wood, water, fire, and earth medicines, here on sweet potato island. Gratitude to the embodiment that is Esperanza, from her Taino lineages and her beloved homeland Puerto Rico currently occupied. Which, like so many colonized island, has similarities with Taiwan, such as hurricanes and being imperialized by the USA. Gratitude to the various Black, Indigenous, Brown, and Asian lineages that showed up in the Circle works.
I am here today, in this process of liberating my ancestors by liberating myself I am back with my feet in the lands and drinking in the djaloom/nanoon/atl/agua/water that grew my family for generations. I am here because of Circle work through the Education for Liberation and Healing in community Circle Workshops. This workshop imbued my bones with the re-membering of home, and awakened in me the deep desire to live in good relations and gave me the opportunity to know the bliss and darkness and release of freedom, so that I would have something in my heart to check against in my spiritual journeys through various Buddhist temples with various degrees of un-examined colonialism, capitalism, colorism, sexism, classism, etc. Once I knew how freedom felt, I could measure my own freedom walk in this way.
Many of us in the Chinese/Taiwanese diaspora struggle with the constant feeling of seeking home without certainty where that is. That home without location became our relations in the immediate groups, our bodies, our immediacy, our release from painful narratives in our body during circle work. I will never forget a circle sister’s release of their mother pain, as that energy pushed outwards of their body and held in the circle of women. It was transformative for all of us witnessing their deep work. It was something they had shared with me in our friendship, and in our frequent debriefs every night after Circle, walking through parks and laughing through the wild nights about the grace and mess of healing. Nor can I forget the ways I cried and choked and yelled, the intellectual content misses me now, but I remember gut churning wailing and anger began to shake through my belly and through my throat and yells and, thus, since then, I have gotten much better, though still quite imperfect at expressing anger through outrage and not implosions. Each circle allowed me to emerge with a healthier faith in myself, through questions from the lower dantien, from the root and sacral chakras, from the womb, from the gut, and was a collective energy that healed a deep loss and repression from my family of origin. Thanks to all my classmates and teachers, I got to experience “conscientization: the process by which humans, not as a recipient, but as a knowing subject, reaches a deeper awareness of both the socio-cultural reality on which their life is built and their ability to transform reality”. As said by Paulo Freire. It was this sense of power, that did not come from politics, religion, or economics (authoritarian systems) that gave me the courage to come back to Taiwan/China to seek the Buddhist lineage of my great grandmother, grandmother, mother in the spirit of my father, grandfather, great grandfather who loved and protected this land. Conscientization that grew in Circle work allowed me to check internally when something was off, and when the pedagogy was not one of freedom, but of suppression and to keep seeking to honor what our sisters circle canted together at the closing of every Circle by Assata Shakur.