In an intimate ritual Indigenous women from nations across Turtle Island and settler women of mixed ancestry from India, Pakistan, Trinidad, Lebanon, and Palestine gathered together to articulate our wounds and vision our decolonial paths towards healing. .
Under the arches of an apple tree, in a garden in the Tsartlip First Nation on W̱SÁNEĆ territories, each woman then sat before a mortar and pestle made of wood and stone, surrounded by a pharmacy of medicinal herbs, sacred plants, and roses. One by one we chose our medicines and crushed them while answering the question: .
can you show me where it hurts? .
“It hurts when I want to learn ways of healing and I have to learn it from white people, usually white women, who learned it from women of colour. It hurts that this is probably the very first time that I’ve been with a lot of women of colour.” (add cedar, add sage) .
“My shoulders hurt because of what I carry everyday- the displacement, the loss; I feel pain in my hips because of the ways I have felt invisible and rendered the women in my life invisible; My throat hurts because of the silences I impose on myself, because of the things
(mix rosebuds-crush) “I feel sick to my stomach because the violence against my people never ends, I see white people who benefit from this violence - happier than I am.” (grind into dust- make a salve) .
“My jaw hurts from all the anger it has to hold back. I come from a lineage of women who don’t pay attention to where it hurts;” .
“It hurts all over; “It hurts in my womb because of the violence that has been played out on my body. My body is my first battleground.” .
“It hurts in my feet because I long for a sense of place and belonging;” .
“My spine is hurting to remind me that it’s there.” ——————————————-
Watch this space for more stories from the most recent @fearlesscollective workshop in partnership with @iyilsymposium , supported by @lushcosmetics
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