(TW)these past 3 month have been the definition of trails and tribulations. after falling down the stairs in November.. i’ve been healing from a 2cm tear in my right quad and a 4cm ovarian cyst while being a part of a touring dance company during a global pandemic... ramblings from (ongoing)healing: the will power of a black woman. wanting to keep going one moment, then wanting to quit the next. the choice to take my time. falling in love with the idea of choice. something i love was taken away from me....something i’ve known all my life. still processing.... the evolution of my body. the depression, the screams, the tantrums i went through from the pain and not being able to use my body the way i’m used to. the echos of pain signals that ricochets from the first contract with trauma....the trauma you dig up from the stillness of healing. recovery is constantly. rest. still infatuated with the clouds and the birds nesting at the top of the trees...a little more self oriented and realizing the energitic strings i have between people and places. the strings i can cut off then connect to again. sensitive, sometimes numb and realizing i am hard on myself. there’s no need to be. destiny is showing herself. always learning, understanding Gods grace and mimicking it for myself...sharing grace with my surroundings. Grateful for my team that balances me physically and spiritually. growing with your support. @kyle_abraham_original_recipe @aimbykyleabraham @thepeoplesacu @giovanna_mary my family, my partner, thank you for loving me always. it take a village