Let’s begin at my humble beginnings. I am from Columbia TN. When I was conceived my parents were raising five children in a two bedroom, house of about 800sq ft with no running water. I was raised to get out of my hometown, get a degree, marry well (which was pretty broad considering where I came from) & get a “good job” (one that paid more than just my monthly bills). And I did all of that by age 22. And felt trapped & suicidal. From the time I was sentient, my deepest desire was to live in the tropics. At 7 I knew I wanted to teach & at 11 I knew I was a writer. And I was never romantically interested in anyone for longer than a month. My actual self was in direct opposition to the self I was raised to be. But for my parents, who sacrificed so much to groom me for a “good life” I tried, I really tried. But alas, by 23 I was (ecstatically) divorced, had a degree in English & had become a devotee of the orisha. My parents were LIVID. But I was JOYFUL. It was at that point that I caught a glimpse of what it means to design the life of your dreams. However, my loyalty to my parents kept me trapped in a box that defined me & forced me to follow a self defeating narrative for 10 more years. I married another smart ambitious man who looked good on paper & tried to live the bite sized version of my dreams. A little writing, a little teaching, travel to the tropics once a year & a whole lot of sex to keep me distracted & high off endorphins. By the end of my 30s I was done & completely drained by trying to be what everyone around me wanted. I came undone, on purpose. I had begun, while doing sacred woman, to experiment with calling my desires to me through ritual, movement & visualization & I had been stunned & then emboldened by the results. When I realized it was ALL in my hands & ALL within my reach, I moved myself & my four babies to the tropics & (praise Oshun) divorced again. Except for a few loyal sister friends, everyone I knew & loved hated me vehemently for these choices. I was outed from groups I had created & shunned by those I had initiated & taught. In many ways it was hellish. But the sweet freedom of living My Own Life overshadowed the grief of those losses. FREEDOM WAS WORTH IT! I hit many bumps in the road but I knew then that the vast majority of obstacles were created by me not leaning fully into myself and by me trying to be invisible…By me hiding my real self from the world or my family or trying not to be seen for fear of being labeled too wild, too sexual, too free, too enticing. It was in these times that I begin to develop the courses that are on the site. Because I knew the lessons I was learning were essential for EVERY Black woman. In soooo many ways we ALL have been groomed to shrink ourselves & downsize our dreams & be content with the small version of our desires. And that very dimming of our light is what keeps us from achieving anything we truly want. I can guarantee with absolutely no hesitation that every time you are loudly yourself, fully visible in your true form (wearing what you want to wear & looking how you want to look), call to you exactly what you want with no holds barred and Do Not Play Small …the Universr will place in your exquisitely manicured palm EXACTLY what you ask for. That car, that house, that job, that scholarship…& yes that partner. You caint lose with the stuff you were born to use. Only YOU can create the life you dream of, not me, not the orisha not your Ancestors …only you. So lean in, it’s your move.
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Thank you for the vulnerability.
I left the church in 2015 and in Memphis that a no-no. I've always done what the "good girl" does. But I'm starting to think that's more a mask or character I've learned to play. Wanted to relocate to Asia after graduating, didn't cause my family objected. Wanted to leave for college, didn't cause my family objected. I've always played small so I could be blessed because "the meek shall inherit the earth" right? Then why am I only getting run over and left behind? A wise woman taught me that Spirit doesn't bless anything too good or too bad. Honoring self is key. It's just so hard when you can't remember who you are…
Ase Iya. I proudly list every amazing thing I have ever done post divorce. co-wrote two books
completed two graduate degrees
won some amazing fellowships
became a Fulbright scholar and lived in Nigeria for a year
became a tenured professor
and now I am on my way to greater achievements as I close doors on people, places and things that no longer serve my destiny. I give thanks for it all.
I'm on the cusp of this. Ive learned my husband of 28 years has cptsd, and it shows up as avoidance, shame and isolation. He too looks good on paper but can not bond or build intimacy outside of me turning inside out to create a love utopia with no challenges or uncomfortable things.
There is no adult relationship that exists without challenges or uncomfortable things.
It all flew under the radar for me because he's not a Beat n Cheat. I regularly get told how lucky I am. But the pandemic dialed his symptoms way up, and with new information available I see I'm dealing with an incredibly damaged young boy.
He admittedly faked it for decades, but in…
🙌🏽 Ain’t nothing like freedom! After I divorced my second husband and left the church in 2009–my family thought “the devil had me”. It hurt initially but being true to myself felt much better. Thank you for sharing and confirming the power of embracing the fullness of our true selves. 💚
I really really needed to read this but be been in a box entirely too long and it’s time to do what’s best for me!