The ugly cry.
The ugly cry is a cry of liberation.
It is the reclamation of our forgotten ability and natural need, to wail and lament.
This inner wisdom comes to us when what pains us hurts too much to be contained or explained.
It is necessary in assisting the body to transmute density, darkness & pain into greater light and deeper love.
The ugly cry is also how we cultivate bandwidth, grit, resilience and grace. It grounds us in honoring the necessary grief within our bodies to be processed. It also allows us to digest the colonized beliefs of quiet suffering and, of all the grids of false image and expectations we may be consciously or unconsciously agreeing to.
The ugly cry is a most necessary aspect of reinstating our animal nature into right place.
When we don’t allow our animal body to howl, cry or lament our wounds keep festering, growing in impatience, anxious to be let out, desperately scratching away at the inner caverns of our beings.
We are taught to admire a false and illusory image of strength in the world, but we forget that most of what we see out there is strength that has never been tested.
We harness our resilience and our true strength from the challenges of wounds that leave us more supple, more gentle and more refined.
We heal ourselves THROUGH our wounds. We are made strong THROUGH them and we are softened by the elixir of our tears.
True strength is a sacred watermark of divine design.
It is the poise of a soul which is at one with a life that honors and engages its wildness and its rawness and in turn, reveals the inner beauty that is a radiance deep in the heart of the temple of our beings.
I encourage you to cry, cry a lot. It is liberating. There is nothing noble or strong about holding tears back or swallowing pain that is ready to be transformed.
It is cleansing. It is healing. It is not only what we need more of, but what we collectively need more of right now.
As this collective body continues to journey deeper into its trauma, we can all hold our own thread of healing through our ability to grieve and lament our heartbreak.
Wail, lament, allow your tears and sounds to refine your radiance and transmute the density of suffering, into the elegant beauty that is always birthed from pain.
And if you dare, I invite you to post your #uglycryselfiechallenge as a war cry to the return of our precious grief as necessary practice, and not giving a fuck about looking pretty whilst at it.
Grief is meant to be witnessed. It’s meant to be raw. It's a necessary process to a lighter heart, that honors what it has lost as medicine.
It was this way in our ancient villages and our bodies can still remember it.
Grief is held in our wombs, in our cells, in the human pain and inherited shame— our collective body.
It is not a journey of transcendence but of descent and retrieval. INto the body, INto the wound, INto the forgotten.
It is encoded in us, under the anger& numbness, wound tightly around our luminous light. It takes a passionate and courageous leap of the heart, mind and body.
AND, there are ways to work with GRIEF in an ‘active’ way and not be drowned by it.
This is what we need most at these times.
We need women and men willing to grieve the losses, betrayals, abuse and oppression, in order to retrieve the sacred service we’re here to express, as an embodiment of divine love.
Woman, put your ache first.
In your pain is the medicine you seek.
In your pain is the guidance from your soul.
Go slow, gently, hesitantly even, but go.
Descend to your depths.
There are no hacks in the creatives’ underworld.
Let it brew you, steep you, dissolve you.
It will distill from you the most wonderful essence you can gift the world.
We need your art, your medicine, your embodied prayer.
We need it in order to restore our collective home.
Collectively we are the salvation of the world.
Grief allows us to reconcile with all the ways in which we have abandoned ourselves.
It grants us a deeper resiliency, strength and intimacy in our daily lives.
We are so much stronger than we know, we are so much more resilient and adaptable than we can imagine, and it is time for us to actualize this potential.