Thursday, July 28, 2022

What is Joy for a tortured soul?


It's always entertaining to go back into the bucket of moments, the places where I allowed the honest to flow thru me. To actually laugh at myself and maybe even cry. The raw honesty of this, plus the depth of so much life being experienced, it's so interesting to see your portrait in the words on a page in the months apart. 

December '21

Ha. As a passionately loud human, it’s often assumed I’m an ‘excited’ or ‘happy’ person… but I am so often far from it. I love love and definitely spend time in gratitude when I’m feeling immense joy; however, rarely ever do I get ecstatic or enthusiastic to express a feeling of joy in simple moments of humor or day to day interactions. When I first noticed my own lack of enthusiasm it was watching her get so excited about EVERYTHING and OH DEAR can that be jarring for those of us that do not have ability to empathize with that energy. Not until recently, did I realize that both people that hold space in my heart and I in theirs, that this lack of enthusiasm created cracks of doubt or assumptions that I didn’t find things funny or enjoyable that they want feedback on in some sort of emotional response. 

Growing up, I was ALWAYS told I was “too much”, too loud, too hyper, too ADHD, too this or that; and I’m now curious of how much that hindered my ability to be soft and impacted to express how I really feel. Ooof…. Shit hit today as I realized in my own story telling that maybe through the years, as I’ve held so tightly to being loud and passionate, that I have left no room for other feelings of enthusiasm on the fly. Is it in fear? Is it in guilt of how much space I take up in a room? I’m not sure. There does seem to be so many deep layers of ways I’ve curved my own enthusiasm through the years and I be damn if that ain’t some joy sucking hell. 

The biggest indicator of this curved enthusiasm is deeply rooted in so many fears inside of me of my own space, one that’s so clear is how being ashamed of my own identity as a queer in my growing years. Not only did I curve my own enthusiasm to how much I loved her from the moments in a bunk bed in north east Texas to, finding him and neglecting excitement as well because, wait - aren’t you gay?! 

I’m comfortable reconciling that I’m not often “happy” because my mind is always on the larger picture of pains, trials and you know global fucking doom in this gross ass patriarchal/ capitalistic bullshit society we are enrolled within…however, what we NOT gonna do is address the reality that I feel deep in the pit of my being so much of my enthusiasm has been suffocated out by my own doing. My own fear of how much space I take up. As a true advocate for owning the damn space you desire, regardless of others opinions, I’ve too often failed myself. 

I want to live a life of enthusiasm! I want to be ecstatic with giddy pleasure when something makes me giggle, I want the pleasure of feeling the smile warm me from the inside out, versus a facial reaction that has no depth. I want to enthusiastically consent to my partners, to be present in pleasure & excitement. Owning how I feel and what gets me going from the inside out. 

July 28, 2022 - New Moon LEO 

How to make it all the way to Radical Joy? What's the path - months ago the above, still rings so true - doesn't make me cringe and yet here we continue. 

It’s in the moments - the potatoes. 

There’s so fucking much to mad at, 

To be angry about, the sadness is literally oozing 

As the temperatures rise daily - and the ice disappears. 

But the moments - the friendships. 

It’s the small moments, sunset bike rides and mountain gazing.

The song lyrics, that make you smile and physically feel as if you are with the people you love. 

Art work that carries the weight of not only the soul of their creator, 

But also of the ancestors that made them - 

Choosing radical joy - picking the narrative, choices. 

Dreaming of sunsets, when there is only fog. 

Seeing the smoke roll in but yet trying to capture the gold at the end of a rainbow. 

Present to see and hold the humans around you, but lost the will to see life as a gift.

Holding to the moon, as much tries to distract and priorities compromised. 

Reseting to remember, it’s in the potatoes. 

The Moments - sunsets and rainbows, dancing. 

Honoring the universe for the gifts. 

Provision to prosperity. 

Radical Joy.


Thank you to the ones my soul love and those that love my soul so well. I am honored to travel on this journey with you. Prioritizing the moments. Honor. Gratitude. The Sun & The Moon. Thank you, Universe.

                                                    

Friday, July 15, 2022

Angry, tired, over it - no silence!


Performative FUCKING Activism… 

You may be sicker than fucking blatant racist. You know what, actually you are. 


White moderate. 

“First, I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Council-er or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: “I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action”; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a “more convenient season.” Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.” http://okra.stanford.edu/transcription/document_images/undecided/630416-019.pdf 


“Writing with the light from the sun that fell through the cell’s bars, King quoted from memory biblical passages and quotes from Socrates, Martin Luther, Thomas Jefferson, T.S. Eliot, Thomas Aquinas and St. Augustine to bolster his argument. He wrote:

We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed. Frankly, I have yet to engage in a direct action campaign that was “well timed” in the view of those who have not suffered unduly from the disease of segregation. For years now I have heard the word “Wait!” It rings in the ear of every Negro with piercing familiarity. This “Wait” has almost always meant “Never.” We must come to see, with one of our distinguished jurists, that “justice too long delayed is justice denied.””

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/retropolis/wp/2018/01/15/martin-Luther-king-jr-s-scathing-critique-of-white-moderates-from-the-Birmingham-jail/ 


How many have to die? Will you still always only say his name now? George Floyd, ‘in light of,' in the injustice of is even a littel more tolerable, but fuck you literally are going to call the “in light of," - SO many of you do it and keep doing it and yall its fucking gross. At least start owning the moments your experiencing? Or how about you PAUSE long enough in your day of earning money to present an illusion of life - to who? For why? But wait. Pause go to this link and see all who have been harmed, the injustice served to SO MANY HUMANS and you only want to sit here and say “in light of," in awakening of… HOW the FUCK have all of these humans died, and you still don’t wanna. But Here I digress, again go to this link - say their names. And this are those just at the hands of injustice and consequences of over policing. Say their names… I am still in tears because I haven’t even puased long enough yet to say their names all - it hurts. Sorry is not enough. 

https://airtable.com/shroOenW19l1m3w0H/tblxearKzw8W7ViN8

It’s not in the light of but really we are here just in the ‘pistol smoke’ - fools. 


More than 23,000 people have died to Gun Violence just this fucking year and it’s not even Leo season - this is merely to acknowledge we are not even fully 3/4 thru the year but even if we were to we accept this number. I suppose if my life is just political. 


https://www.gunviolencearchive.org 


But here we are supposed to still wait. GAWD, how many damn times someone has told me to calm down or sit down, or to maintain the peace for someone elses comfort.. — Yet here the injustice is served. 


It’s fucking hard to exist in a space where debt over takes the will to purse desire. As we find it our purpose is what? To create that whimsical life — ha, homies’ dead and gone — but the MARCH goes on. 


And here I sit, in the shame turning my head from side to side, as where to perform. Because I must be able to support it — you know that thing, an identity that relates? But, maybe I am lookin’ for a father — ha. The fact that I am supposed to exist and sit with a reality that someone harming my mom — the seed of which made me? Reconciled by ‘daddy in the sky’ — still disconnected still gone, but yet we need to create. 


If I should do, who will I always love? But will it be to what I was connected? Is it from the dust I came? As I laugh out loud, but I really don’t audibly — but the scene in my head where she’s running this script — where she’s entirely alone — like in the field of Pushing Daisies intro - Now that did just make me chuckle, I felt it in my belly. 


I sit alone, or truly with ONLY people I want to because — tolerating anything less the desiring freedom for ALL, you disgust me. I may break, when I fall but to the earth I return. 


Do better — white folx - SHUT UP unless every fucking word is FREEDOM, JUSTICE for ALL - not just the ones that look like you Hitler. Tired. 


Post traumatic stresses - what all stresses - as if just existing isn’t enough - we get significant injustice. 


And then I realize I create such a very intentional life and it’s one in which I want to be part of and when there are scenes or chapters that include nasty people or stupid ass things that shouldn’t even take up brain space - I hate being jerked around by issues of politics - as if my very fucking existence is political and kinda since I am a rape product I am literally currently stuck circulating in space as a political statement even if only to myself - untangling that. I am tired.  

Tuesday, July 12, 2022

Momma Love!

 Well damn. It's less than 2 weeks from being one year since my momma took her last breath. I know that transition for her meant a peace beyond - but it doesn't change that it hurts. 

Over the years, my mom and I did not always have the best habits in communication and connection; not the normal teen drama - but true deep hurt and pains that made it difficult for us to coexist. However, there was never a time that she did not position us for more than she could do. 

Grief is so damn bizarre - it's DEFINITELY not linear that's for sure. For me I am learning that "stages of grief" does not fit this experience I am in, as the grief is a damn force and sometimes the anger, sadness, pain & acceptance may be present. 

In the last year - I have sat in my emotions, sat in feeling the pain of what it feels like to rediscover your heart without any maternal blood connection left present on this side of existing, I have avoided my emotions some days and made myself so busy I became sick, the list goes on of the many ways I have tried to survive/cope during this time; but I do NOT think it will end anytime soon. & I have resolved to accept I will live in all the feelings of what it means to not have a momma, and I will NOT subscribe to a world that ask me to compartmentalize to make others feel more comfortable. I do this with confidence because of the life my mom decided to live her last few years. Don't get me wrong, Patti was always nice (NICER than I am) - but she had a LOT of shit to unlearn from nasty ass upbringing to many life tragedies and a fuckton of trauma NO human should have to experience. But in those last few years, even with her health issues and her financial disparity, she chose to dig deep and unroot the bullshit & LISTEN. She LOVED to pause and listen to other folx experience! 

My mom started hospice early June 2021, her choice... She was so tired... Hell I was tired for her and I respected her getting to make the choice to mitigate the pain in whatever way she needed to, because she DESERVED to make a decision for herself and be supported, as she rarely received that in her years of living. Many folx considered her crazy or unable to be human because of the diagnosis she received or the way she navigated addiction; but that was such shit response to a human that wanted desperately to be seen, heard and loved as much as she had love to give at the capacity of what she knew it to be. 

In the almost 3 years my mom got to be in Denver, she would tell you she finally got to LIVE. Actually LIVE, like adventure, make decisions for herself, explore, build community - authentically build community. She got to exist with people that accepted her for all parts of her - and CELEBRATE her for her. It was truly healing to watch and be a part of for those years. It was NOT easy for me, as the person I got to know the last few years was very different than the person I grew up beside in MANY ways; but I leaned into being open to extend grace to my mom for I know she did NOT have an ethical support group most of her life. As I opened with grace as I knew how, we were able to navigate many uncomfortable situations together - truly I say this often but it's so real my mom and I had NO stone unturned. LIKE NONE. We probably talked about things that would maybe make some daughters cringe to even consider discussing with their mom, but Patti & I both knew hurt really deep and she knew the sadness of unanswered hurts & truths with her own momma - so I am fucking honored that she chose to do the HARD work to exist with me. 

A year and 2 weeks ago mom was still living in her own space, it was Pride week in Denver and she was able to get in some last dance sessions at #Vybe with some of her favorite guys and she got to shout with joy in celebrating all of our queerness, and some moments even with a heavy heart because she had some shame around the time it took her to get to the place of celebrating - but for me the work she did, does NOT excuse the past but damn was it beautiful to get to see someone learn to grow and love so much. During the week of Pride there was one night I was out with a few friends and we needed to go check on mom before going home and walk Mia (Maya); we get to mom's studio well after midnight and she's cutting veggies, like literally sitting at the table prepping veggies for a pot of spaghetti, and I was LIKE "Mom, what even???" and she responded "well aren't you hungry? I knew yall would need to be fed this weekend and you wouldn't want to have to stress with crowds and takeout so I'm making you a big pot of spaghetti to have!". That moment may have seemed even so simple then, but I look back on that week and have so many tears... sadness but also joy. Having spent many years of my life confused at what really being loved was because there were so MANY conditions to love given from blood relatives - that moment, that night at my mom's I saw the depth of her love for me in a new light. It was a damn gift for sure because the proceeding weeks still go down as the hardest fucking weeks in my life. 

Patti was the damn life of a party, and my FAVORITE vodka drinking buddy. I am thankful I am a weirdo spirit person and believe that she's still having vodka's with me when I make the choice to sit alone and just pause with my feelings. The process of actually processing so many of the truths we sat in - is a fucking BEAST some days, for real almost crippling. But there's so much to sit with and be entangled with from my own creation story, to the many things my mom experienced - it's heavy. But I have this memory from last June - the month Momma did ALL the things that she could to enjoy Colorado with the people she loved the most - but one night in particular we were out having a margarita, of course also chips & salsa, and the convos were real heavy but mom and I went to the bathroom and as we left she asked me for permission to hug me (as I did have pretty hard boundaries with her around hugs, because she did NOT hug me often as I was growing up and that shit sticks) but that night I hugged my mom and watched the tears fall down her cheek with joy that we had NO walls between us, and it's that moment I cling to more often than not to know she was holding me while I have to hold all of the pain we experienced. 

I spent many years so hurt by her and the transition to being so hurt to not have her, is fucking intense. But I can't help but try desperately to cling to a narrative of appreciation - because Patti was a fucking champion. I am clinging more and more to her life & love lately, as I know the work she did was not easy but she showed me I do NOT have to tolerate HATE or bullshit. If momma could do it, NOBODY has an excuse to not do the real work - the hard work to be a decent fucking human. I honestly am thankful that my empathetic momma hasn't had to live through the last year of dumpster fire shit the world has had to experience. But it doesn’t change the fact that life transition to not having a momma present, is SO hard. 

Today, I am making the conscious choice to share my feelings, feel them all and send out gratitude to my momma! 

Hug the people you love and hug the ones you have been scared of hugging even tighter - the vulnerability is WORTH it. 

Cheers, Momma & thank you for doing the hard work to always do better when you knew better!


Thanks for your Mamma love, 2Pac! I don't know that I would be the same without this track. 




Saturday, December 18, 2021

*Intentionally Creating*

 2021 - The year of Intention, a glimpse from my own Experience 

I will start this by saying, the vision for this post comes directly from the JOY I experienced from taking time to be intentional in the kitchen just last night on the 17th day of December, only days before 2021 comes to a close! Deciding this week that I wanted to be intentional about creating food this week, because I have learned the last few months that one thing my soul LONGS for, and mandates for my own comfort - cooking! There are always task and ‘things’ that can get in the way of our time & how we spend our days, but this week, I set aside time to create my second attempt at a fully homemade vegan barbecue and I was SUCCESSFUL! During the time spent creating in the kitchen, I began thinking about fostering joy and hear my mentor on repeat in my brain, “but I know she wouldn’t want that grief to steal away any moments of joy. So I look for the joy. And I find it. If I don’t find it, I create it.”; so I accepted the moment to be JOY, I find joy in creating food and it is a joy deep in my bones when I know I am creating something NOT only delicious but nourishing. (Recipes and pictures will be posted at the end)


As I was creating in the kitchen and owning the moment of Joy, I began to think about the year and how my life is forever changed. It’s to no surprise that 2021 has changed me at my core - the loss of my momma, there’s no being the same; but this moment wasn’t about that or how HARD 2021 was, but how beautiful. 


With this, I decided to pause and write - to not ONLY capture the beautiful vegan creation that I want to share, but to capture the moment I chose joy!


 As I begin to write, as per usual my brain works faster than my fingers or my mouth to get out the words that are running through my veins as vivid, as the blood that flows. 


To fully capture the reflection of the impact of 2021 - the growth, the change, I must start with how I was struck in December 2020, when my therapist asked me if I felt safe and then asked if the inner child, my inner self, truly my whole being did I feel safe? Well, damn, I must say I’ve spent 2021 figuring out how the fuck to answer that question because my pause/response to that question from my therapist, defiantly made me aware that I was in fact NOT feeling safe. Starting a new year with intention to look within - changes the game, particularly if you have been gaining new tools for your tool set to process through some of the YOU via that internal inventory! 


In 2021, I set to use the tools I’d learned from Heather Vickery in 2020 - to be Brave. And for clarity, the Brave Method, Heather has created means: Boundaries, 3 R’s (Reframe, Reassess, Resilience), Accountability, Vulnerability, & Empowerment! For 2021, I was specific to set out to reframe and reassess the narratives.  


But 2021 had some really icky things in store, the things that feel so icky, it feels as if you may never make it - and you sure the fuck won’t be coming out the other side the same. 


On January 4th, I had to rush my mom to the ER, only to learn the most heart wrenching reality that COVID had hit her and hit her hard. This spiraled into a catastrophe of events related to my mom’s contracting of covid. It’s hard to see clearly sometimes when the pain and angst are so loud. But I was determined to continue stepping into the light of my own integrity, regardless of what was being thrown at me, because I was intentionally practicing living with pause -  reminding myself of where I did and did not have control. 


It’s interesting to consider how often in my life I have heard people reference the importance of spending time with ‘self’, but never really knew what that meant in my core; but truly it’s so fascinating - the more time with yourself, the more time you have to learn about the things you love, hate, the pain - with self is where you can really spend time dealing with that internal inventory- all of the things that make you. I have spent a lot of my life in situations and finding ways to find the language to express the things I don’t want and along the way, I have been able to find ways that I find joy and when I am intentional about taking time to do those things.


Most of my early 20’s, I struggled with intense anxiety, that eventually turned to moments of sever panic attacks, to in turn led to many doctor’s & therapist for trying to determine the WHY. Why was I so anxious and what could I do to “fix” me. There are many things I have tried over the years to foster healthy habits, HOPING that the anxiety would subside.  But it’s always been an on-going battle or to me not really a battle, but a way of life. There are many layers and steps that have been taken along the way, but it’s truly with the tools I acquired in 2020, sharpened in 2021, that I see now SO MUCH of the POWER of Intention. 


I will define intention for myself as the process in which I AM THE AUTHOR OF THIS DAMN JOURNEY! I am in control of how I do the day to day. With the tools I have now, in 2021, I began naming boundaries - ones I had previously set, as well as ones I wanted to define. Now with intention reframing some of my own narrative of distance or hard lines, I began feeling powerful even amidst the damnedest pains. 


My mom’s journey with covid - truly empowered me. It’s so hard to think about in those terms sometimes, because it feels so fucking morbid to think of anything good being gleaned from the pain my mom experienced this year; but I now see that not only did I go into 2021 with the tools to reframe with intention - but so did my mom! On January 15th, my mom made some powerful ass choices, because she wanted to be intentional with her WHOLE being. On January 15th, my mom decided she DID NOT want to live forever on tubes, machines, or with taking 35+ medications for survival - this decision required a dedicated level of intention from her, as well as from me because she knew she needed help. She wanted to do everything in her physical power & comfort to see how far she could go. She began taking her own power - telling her stories, reframing narratives for herself and she set into the year being real fucking diligent to LOVE herself as much as she had loved others.  


I say all of this because even in the moment last night, as I considered the words of my mentor - considered what it meant to seek out the joy, to create it even when we can’t find it - I now realize how damn intentional my mom was to cultivate joy, even amidst knowing she was dying. It’s quite controversial to many, but my mom was extremely intentional about the way she wanted to die, determined that QUALITY of Life would always be her choice of Quantity. Starting in March of 2021, without many folx knowing - my mom made intentional plans for how she would prepare for her own death on this side of our universe experience. It was not until late May that I was faced with the HARD truth of what my mom’s intentions were. She nor anyone else had the exacts, but Patti had intention. But that damn champion didn’t live with intention to make stuff easy for herself in those days but to make herself WHOLE. She did the deep work going through her internal inventory and facing some of her greatest fears, looking at parts of her life that had for so long categorized her with so many awful identities. Identities she had accepted from others for years, but as she began many years before opening her heart to love beyond things she knew, she was in the prime spot in 2021 to open to herself (which I have NO idea what it means to be a mom, but for my mom - looking at herself had SO much to do with how my brother & I identified her). 


This snip of a back story of my mom’s journey with intention, is just yet a snip, is intentional for all that came with the time of pause in creating the kitchen. Though,  I hope to one day fully find a way to write and detail out the experience of what this year was like for us and how we survived together, even in her death my mom survived! The WHOLE person, not a glimpse of the person under the pain & trauma, but the whole damn HUMAN. 


Living in grief is bizarre - it’s not a phase or a thing that ends but a way of living. When we recognize the grief is here to stay but appears in various ways, it’s ALL the more crucial for me to realize how much my intentions carry power. One of mom’s favorite things for me to cook was my do it home best version of pulled pork southern goodness - and I wanted to make her favorite things in a way that created goodness for my body. I don’t often cook with meat for myself and I am severely sensitive to pineapple and so therefore, I must find a way to make pulled pork via a meat alternative and in the absence of Sweet baby Rays (as it is made with a HEALTHY amount of Pineapple juice) - so I did. 


I carved space into my week to ensure I would be able to be creative in the kitchen, because as mentioned the more time with myself the more I learn of the things that truly bring me joy and I needed JOY! I hope that this recipe and this story of creation - living with intention just may open your heart to consider: Are you being intentional about your day? Or, Do you consider the control you have in your own Narrative, can you reframe some of the stories you have told yourself - to empower you to see how powerful you are? 


Pam’s Vegan Creation of Momma’s Pulled Pork Favorite! 

* I am no chef or traditional cookbook writer, so here’s my attempt at sharing a recipe! 

Prep time 1 hour; Cook Time 4 hours - serves 6


BBQ Baked beans

Guava BBQ sauce 

Jackfruit “pulled pork”

Bitchin’ sauce potato salad   


REQUIRED INGREDIENTS:

2 Cans of green young jackfruit 

1 large can of whole tomatoes

1/4  block of Guava paste (or your favorite sweet fruit for flavor)

1lb bag of Navy beans 

Chipotle Bitchin’ Sauce 

2.5 lbs of new potatoes (or potato preference)


Sea Salt

Tony’s or your favorite cajun seasoning 

Brown sugar 

Fresh Dill 

Chives

1 whole large purple onion

1 whole head of garlic

1 medium to large Jalapeño

Vegan Veggie Paste 

Dijon (seeds or mustard)

Celery Salt

Paprika 


BBQ Baked beans

The Baked Beans can be done from a can, but if you do start from scratch - this will be the LONGEST portion of the meal.

From dry - rinse and soak your pound of beans the night before (8-12 hours of soaking is my preference). Once you are ready to rinse & clean the soaked beans, begin chopping 1/2 your onion, 1/2 of the head of garlic  (5-6 cloves), 1/2 the jalapeño - then sautée just enough to see the onions begin, once they are there, then you add 2 tablespoons of veggie paste (or your preferred veggie stock concentrate), 2 tablespoons of brown sugar, and a splash of salt, 5 cups of water - then add the clean beans, bring to a boil for 30 minutes, add another cup of water and cover on medium heat for an hour. At the hour mark ensure the beans are still covered with water, if not continue by adding another cup and cooking on medium for another hour. After 2.5 hours, the beans should be beginning to tenderize, and then you can determine if they are to your preferred texture if not keep beans covered with water and the lid and cook took your preferred tenderness, once tender - remove the lid and put the beans back to a higher temperature, add 1/4 a cup of your homemade barbecue sauce and cook until beans have thickened!  (I personally cook my beans in a dutch oven, but the timing for this process can be cut by 1/3 if you choose to use a pressure cooker)


Guava BBQ sauce 

Take remaining garlic & jalapeño in a deep iron skillet or boiler/dutch oven of preference - I prefer using my deep iron skillet. Once you have started the garlic and jalapeño, add your can of whole  tomatoes and let simmer. While this is simmering, you will add cubes of guava paste, mustard (3 table spoons of mustard or 3 teaspoons of mustard seed), little under 1/4 of cup of brown sugar, celery salt, paprika and cook for 30 minutes - then take all of your contents and throw into your blender and blend until smooth (this can also be done with an immersion blender if you are using a deeper dish), once blended salt to taste and transfer to a container for cooling **DO NOT CLEAN THE PAN USED. (I will ALWAYS ADD TONY’S Cajun Seasoning for Salt) 


Jackfruit “pulled pork”

Once you have started your beans, using the same colander that you cleaned the beans empty both cans of jackfruit and rinse! Once your jackfruit is rinsed, allow the jackfruit 20 minutes or so to drain. Once you have rinsed and drained the jackfruit - add paprika (cover it, works best to add 2-3 tablespoons and mix with your hands). While your jackfruit is draining, begin sautéing the other hand of your onion in the pan you used for the barbecue sauce because the remaining parts of sauce that was left over after transferring the sauce will be a great base of flavor for your onions & jackfruit. Once the onions have began to caramelize, add the jackfruit you have seasoned and cook on the stove top for 5-10 minutes staring only twice, then put the jackfruit in the oven on 250 degrees for 40 minutes to simmer! 


Bitchin’ sauce potato salad   

Wash and cube your potatoes, while boiling water to prepare for the potatoes. Add a pinch of salt into your water before adding the potatoes, cook to your preferred tenderness and drain. Once the potatoes are drained, add 4 table spoons of bitchin sauce, 1/4 cup chopped dill, 1/4 a cup chopped chives, pinch of salt and black pepper to taste - then transfer to a container for the fridge to let the salad marinate while the rest of the meal cooks! 


THEN BAM - YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL VEGAN MEAL! (WE LOVE A GOOD SANDWICH AROUND HERE AND ENCOURAGE YOU TO USE YOUR FAVORITE BREAD)


* please note this post is unedited and a true release of my own thoughts without the structure of writing! 

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Thursday, October 28, 2021

My experience with the new book, F*ck Fearless: Making the Brave Leap



You know those time in life you meet someone, and you know they are going to change your life!? Well, I knew that when I met Heather Vickery, it was with purpose. I felt honored when my leadership team at my company gave me an opportunity to through a program called EmPOWERment, which Heather leads. Within the first few weeks of this short program, I began learning new language and new ways to use tools in my own life that have continued to foster true freedom. I never imagine that a course one hour a week, every few weeks for a short program would have been what I needed to survive 2021, but I be damn, it was just that. 

In early 2021, Heather started being diligent with planting seeds for me to consider joining her program called Intentionally Brave Entrepreneurs ‘IBE’ (completely separate from my company) and I was dumbfounded, how could she think I’m worthy of doing this… I’m not an entrepreneur, am I? Well, what I am is someone that sees growth and change & I desire to pursue the fuck out of whatever I need to make sense of this world we live in and how I can show up. And I was intrigued by her passion, authenticity & her drive for folx to be living their best damn lives being BRAVE on Purpose! But of course, I was really just hesitant and scared. Scarcity mindset is a blood sucking bitch, and my fear was overwhelming and sometimes has been crippling in season and I almost let the idea of being afraid being a sign that I didn’t need to do something hinder my process.. but then!!! 

Heather decided to invite me to a virtual workshop that allowed time to deep dive into the BRAVE Method; at this point i thought I had a minimal understanding of this method & it was already changing my life, but by February/ March, and this virtual workshop - I KNEW I must continue to dive into the concepts / tools of: Boundaries, 3 R’s (reframe, reassess, resilience), action/accountability, Expand & Empower. Shortly after I committed to taking my own leap to pursue the growth & learning within IBE, Heather asked that I be a beta reader for her new book! Okay, now I’m losing my mind, this woman barely knows me or knows the depth of my desires to be seen as a valuable writer & she’s asking for my opinion about her book - understanding this book -, the book that’s entirely based on this method she’s helped detail out, a method in which I’ve been able to use to  CHANGE the lens I’m able to see myself. I was flabbergasted, but damn honored to take on this task. So, I did the damn thing! 

As I read F*CK Fearless: Making the Brave Leap (mostly from the bathtub over wine, while crying), I knew I’d made the right decision to go down this journey. Making the Brave leap is NO small feat. Saying “F*CK, this is scary, but I’m gonna keep pushing”, is truly remarkable. Heather in this book, is fucking transparent with her own journey, as well as telling so many stories of folx just like me, folx that saw the need & reasons in life to be BRAVE, to make unpopular decisions to choooose themselves!!! 

If you are looking for ways to enhance your understanding of leaning into your own Fears, and doing the damn thing anyway or know someone that’s hesitant to take those extra steps to set boundaries for themselves or even if you’re just a person on a journey deeply desiring to pursue your own FREEDOM, this book is for you and it’s available today!! 

Heather - I’m so honored to share space in the world with you my dear. Your bravery is remarkable, and you truly practice what you preach. Learning from you, with you and within freedom you wish the world to see - it’s the sweeter parts of life! I am thankful for your passion around Bravery in a new and redefined ways!! 
these tools have helped me survive the most tragic season of my life, with still achieving my own space of freedom! Cheers to you today and thank you for creating this book!! 

https://bookshop.org/books/f-ck-fearless-making-the-brave-leap/9781733618533

 

Monday, April 26, 2021

Self-Compassion, it’s not Brave to be larger bodied and free! It’s beautiful existing!

Today, I have felt so Brave taking time to actually work through The Mindful Self-Compassion workbook.. because self-compassion is NOT my best skill. 

I set out with intentions to start the mindful self-compassion workbook over coffee time this morning and exercise 1 instructions are: Relate to yourself with self-compassion. How do we show others compassion versus ourselves...


As I began processing various scenarios of how I show self-compassion to others in trying / difficult times, it’s without a doubt very apparent that too often I am not capable of showing myself the same. As I spent morning time reflecting, it was easy to think of ways to reframe how I talk to myself or allow room for myself to even consider processing the same self-compassion as I can give others. Spending time reflecting on this as I did a bit of stretching and body movement preparing for a hike, I was jazzed to spend the rest of the day being aware of my own inner dialogue to consciously work towards showing myself some compassion. Going on a hike would be prime, time to stretch my body and take on an adventure in a space I’ve never hiked.

Setting out on the hike at 6,700ish feet of elevation, I knew there’d be moments where I’ve in the past dogged myself versus showing myself the kindness & love I’d show others in terms of ability, skill or look  - so activate exercise 1.  Approximately 5 minutes into the hike it was way too hot to be wearing my sun protection shirt and since we were entirely alone in this little space to go on a hike, I said fuck it and took the top off, decided to hike in a sports bra. This is something I have NEVER ever done and instantly was regretting the decision, but within seconds my mind began racing working through the awareness of my thought patterns. I decided to reframe the narrative. Instead of being negative and nasty to myself for exposing my body, I began thanking my body for holding power to achieve such fun adventures. I began chanting with gratitude how proud I am of myself and the long ass journey I’ve been on to be in a space to even hike (I have multiple screws and metal in my foot and have a history of severe asthma, so elevation plus super intense physical activity, wasn’t something I knew I’d be able to do all seasons of my life this far) I finished the hike, gaining almost 600ft of elevation going to peaks above 7200 ft of elevation in less than 2 hours. 

The bizarre reality that I was so quick to dog myself about my appearance, while taking on this adventure was insane... 


It’s a tragedy that I personally spend more time ridiculing myself and what society says I should look like versus being compassionate towards myself. Though confidence hasn’t been my struggle, being kind to myself to exist however I am, is NOT the strong suit - i realized today I have lived assuming I was confident but realized I’d designed rules for myself to maintain that confidence... well today, I say - Fuck the narrative that says you have to look a certain way to hike in a sports bras! I refuse to allow myself to spend more energy today or any day, on not speaking to my myself, my body or my soul with anything less than kindness. Our bodies do hard things and we all have unique journeys. It’s beautiful to love yourself and spend time in gratitude honoring your body for what it holds to keep you moving. 

So here’s some moments my partner captured of me being!! Just being, it’s not brave for larger bodied humans to wear whatever they want, whenever they want. It doesn’t have to be a space where I look at these photos and criticize myself based on societal norms, but it’s a space where I’m so damn thankful for this body and the adventures we are able to take!

Monday, April 12, 2021

Reassessing


Dammit. It really is POWERFUL to reassess. The moments. Today has had some weird ass moments. But the hard ones, kinda took over. That loop. The weird shit your brain does when it repeats over and over something so insignificant but usually also, IRRATIONAL... and oh it for some reason then spirals down the most catastrophic rabbit holes. (Facepalm) 

Well, I let it get me today. And y’all, I done blown my WHOLE life up in my head today. So, come like 5:30 - I said to self “it is time to just open a bottle of wine, close the computer and go on to the next commitment that you have, but that commitment gives you joy and confuses you - but that sounds better than this shit show!”... then in true Pam fashion, I hope in a bubble bath.. candle light. Glass of wine. And hit the book. (Likely more to come on the book later, because the content definitely mattered!!!!) well, as I’m reading - pausing and diving into the things that make my soul truly able to see, I started to acknowledge the beauty of the moment. And the life I do have and the joys. And still felt weird and still do but what I did was decided to be vulnerable, and take steps and keep moving. And using time for good. Just GOOD. People. Love of people. Love of healthy, happy people, beauty. 

Y’all, then my baby brother. It’s so crazy, I can’t not say baby brother - but he’s a grown ASS, BADASS man. But he’s my baby brother - he added new photos to our family shred weekend in the mountains... & it took me back.! It took me back to just less than 36 hours ago, where I was disconnected from the pain, from the chaos, from the chores of others. But I was honoring the universe with so much worship, with my most beloved humans in this world and our close loved ones. And we talked, we learned, we grew, we rested, we explored, we sat in the utmost SAPPY gratitude - because WE have OVERCOME so much. We have championed through, but we also know there’s SO much more to be done. So we go into the day with open eyes and willingness to learn. I’m so thankful for the moments. And I’m thankful for my family for taking ALL of me. And all of this, is just an honest moment of vulnerability, may make no sense for anyone else. But it’s the authentic story I needed for my self today. It’s just a long winded way of me taking the moment to truly sit and acknowledge the beauty and POWER of reassessing!