As I'm preparing to come out with more writing very soon, I have many ideas for transforming Oh My HEART into more than just healing with psychedelics newsletter. I'm excited to announce that I was selected to participate in Substack Grow, a series of workshops for writers ready to take their publications to the next level, exploring themes like goal setting, strategy, readership growth, pursuing financial independence, and much more. Stay tuned!
Last week I introduced some of my writing. I'm very drawn to different ways to create rituals around endings and how community, connections, and collaborations change after that?
What happens when we intentionally reflect on the journey to get there?
Before we dive in, I feel compelled to mention that I am reluctant to talk about trauma, my own story is mine, and I'm a little unsure how to address it. The stories I write narrate the distresses of my life with simple arrangements that, at times, can camouflage the melancholic content.
I am ready to put them on the radar of a much wider audience to conquer an even bigger space with my truth. Even when I get “thanks for your submission, but…” emails in my inbox. I love to be a writer and to have you.
Dear Readers. I am glad we can do this together.
Reflection plays a significant role in my writing. Due to therapy, I am working through emotions, thoughts, and opinions on my shortcomings and why many parts of me are imperfect. And to leave much room to explore and stretch me beyond other viewpoints. I've grown in many ways. Much of that growth is letting go, it has been hard work. I feel it's important to mention that I promised myself that I'd begin chasing the things that make me feel good/joyful.
Writing has become one of those joys.
Today I had a writing prompt from Authorcise and 150 seconds to write about division.
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TWO SIDES< DIFFERENT COIN
saying we had to pick a side is not entirely true
it felt like an impossible conversation, and love could not
keep the relationships going
it is a sad reality that it has to be like this
that there is no way to relate when the beliefs don't allow us to find the
middle
bridging togetherness was tense
they wanted it one way, and because it wasn't an open-hearted discussion
it was
blamed on division
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Friends, I'm pretty sure that none of it matters. I'm so sorry to say that. But also, I am so relieved that it is true. And it makes me deeply uncomfortable because I want to cling to my righteousness (I mean, I worked hard for that shit. So much therapy? ☝️). But also, I'm pretty sure it's for my good. Because here's the thing about our little dysfunctional-human-family system: it sucks for everyone.
People don't need you to stay righteous. They need to do their work. Keep doing yours. I'll keep trying to do mine.
Be gentle with yourselves.
I wish I had more to offer you, like a handful of peonies, snuggling my freshly groomed doodle, holding my hand on a roller coaster ride, or at least a shitty little greeting card that shows up snail-mail, but for now, this is it, folks!
Thanks for reading my work. Your ♥️‘s make me smile.
Smash it! 👇
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I wrote this email while listening to a playlist I curated for a particular trip. STARS brings me back to the warmth of early summer intimate party and what is called a Nexus flip. Enjoy. Follow on Spotify for more.
The ☝️art is one of my favourite parts of these newsletters. Deanna is a brilliant graphic designer and artist. Shout out today for her clever work. Please give her a follow.
Authorise offers daily writing prompts and 150 seconds to write it. Feel free to publish your writing sprint in the comments.
Sandblasted
Wind pelts tiny needles
into my legsfacearmsbellybutton
It hurts.
So I shut my eyes tight and
Stare across the waves that send my heart home
But today, I stay on this side of the pond.
Giving up on sun baked relaxation
I turn my back
And exit.