As black women, anything we choose to write enters a realm in which our voices are already an endangered species. So little have we been heard in the past – even by ourselves – that we have catching up to do. But to speak out, with authenticity, takes practice. We may well feel things that we are unconscious of until we see them in writing and, even then, we have to survive those feelings.
I’d never been to a restorative yoga class, so I didn’t know that we’d be challenged to stay in each pose for at least three minutes. I’ve grown used to the flow of Vinyasa with a few breaths being all that is required of a pose. If the pose becomes difficult, there’s the constant relief of movement. I know that in a short time I can readjust and, “play” within the pose; just a quick shift of the body and I’m good. A sweet escape. This, until now had been my life motto: If you don’t like what’s happening move, act, or fight back.