Mya Hall

#sayhername #MyaHall Mya Hall died on March 30, 2015 after an incident involving her crashing an SUV into a police cruiser near the gates of the Baltimore NSA. She was a 27 year old black, trans woman. Simply living life as a black, trans woman puts her in an incredibly vulnerable state considering the cards…

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Open Eyes of Racism

Open eyes see Racism everywhere Don’t fucking look away You know what you saw You know what you heard You witnessed the harm You were part of the harm You stood silently for too long You accepted the lies Made them your truth & tradition Time to break down and dismantle white supremacy We must…

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Meditation

I captured only a fraction of the intricate drops of rain beaded on the flower buds and leaves in this garden. The rain felt dewy and mist-like. I can’t remember ever feeling so content to be covered in tiny droplets of water and larger, more splatter-y drops falling on my head from the branches of…

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Changing My Mind

In February, I went to 19 yoga classes. At the beginning on the month, I overdid it and injured my shoulder & neck. I spent about a week & a half in pain and taking it very easy. I got a massage, saw the chiropractor, took Advil, did things with my non-dominant hand, iced, took…

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My Aunt Joan

In the beginning of January, I posted about my Aunt Joan, my dad’s middle sister, and her declining mental & physical health. Since then, several people in her town called the police to do wellness checks on her and they finally declared her unfit to live on her own or return to her house. After…

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Friends

Today I’m happy about driving to Livermore for a strange, yet emotional Bowie Tribute concert. It’s all about who you go with. I’m happy about music that we can bond over and that it can help us find/express our true identity, heal from loss and pain, as well as remind us of our past. I’m…

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Body Fat

Allowing my body to become and stay fat over a long period of time has been deeply healing for me on many levels. It’s, of course, very painful to receive judgement from people that see being overweight as a sign of poor health, laziness, lack of strength or willpower, or gluttony. This can be traumatic…

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Anger

I was a very rageful little person, expressing it often in frustration at my inability to do everything by myself. At 3, I picked up a wooden rocking horse as big as me and threw it across the room because I couldn’t carry all my toys upstairs in 1 single trip. I used to stomp…

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Pain

Yesterday I was thinking about how I have so much less to prove to myself or anyone else with my yoga practice than I did in my 20’s. Today I met my ego in my resistance to modifying a pose I was sure I could do. My teacher suggested I do an ankle to knee…

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“You Do Your Best, That’s All You Can Do.”

Today was hard. It was the kind of day that shook my confidence in my ability to what I do for a living. I’m wondering if I need to start over and do everything differently. It is going to be fine, but it feels intense right now. Sometimes there is a much wider gap in…

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