Words are powerful
Words are Powerful
Canadaby aleila | March 16, 2009 at 10:33 PM
Words are powerful and I have fought for every word I speak.
When our voices resonate with truth others are liberated to find their own voice, and the great potential that resides underneath the fear.
The story of my beginnings is not dissimilar to millions of others, nor my suffering unique. I have been shaped by those experiences. I have chosen to allow the breaking of my heart to render me more tender and fierce in my determination. My suffering has brought me closer to all of humanity. My suffering has taught me the language of compassion.
Having risen out of great violence, and silence in my own life, I am now in a place of thriving and peace.
My reference point for living is no longer the horrible violence into which I was born. As a child I had no voice. I was silenced by terror, by abandonment and by brutality. I was powerless to stop what was happening.
Now as a woman my voice is powerful, clear, and heard. With voice I liberate my being from the bond of terror that once held me captive and silent. I define a new and peaceful relationship with silence. I move into the brilliance of life itself. To have a voice is a great responsibility. Now I can effect change.
Words are powerful.
I live my life helping to ensure that other people not suffer the atrocity of violence as I have, that they have the support needed to heal if they do experience violence, that they have a voice, and the support needed to effect greater change in the world if they wish to do so.
For ten years I have had the great honor of working as a Structural Integration Practitioner (S.I.). S.I. (a.k.a. Rolfing), is a type of bodywork that unwinds injury and trauma on all levels. I have carried this work from my community into the back streets of Peru, and South Africa. I have been given the extraordinary blessing of helping many people work hard to find their voices, their empowerment and healing within their hearts, their bodies and their lives. In the raw truth of humanity that I have bore witness to, I have been shaped and effected and set alight with passion to evolve and be a more effective person of change.
I have just returned from South Africa along the border of Mozambique and Swaziland. How this truly translates is that I have just returned from a journey where I held with love, and held literally, child after child who had been beaten raped, persecuted and infected with HIV as a result of the violence. I sat with these two, six, eight, nine, ten, fifteen year old girls doubled over with shame, and in pain breaking through their own silence, wanting so desperately to know that they really are still loved and can heal...can put the shattered shards of glass their lives had become together again or together for the first time into the most brilliant pattern they could imagine...wanting to know that I could/someone could still see their brilliance (and I most obviously could), that one day they too would see their brilliance again..and how the rape/beating /torture truly did not kill all that was and make them less than...worse than...dead. That what happened to them was not their fault nor their failure...that a two, six, eight, eleven, and thirteen year old girl cannot fight off their neighborhood, cannot prevent them from burning/raping /mutilating her sisters and herself no matter how hard she tried.
The violence is escalating. I am appalled by the atrocity. I am inspired by the beauty of the people I am blessed to know and love. I am left with a deep urgency. The time is now to use our voices to effect change.
Words are powerful.