The Empowered Womanist Course is A 7-Week Online Module designed to explore the subject of feminine power and discover ways in which women can empower each other through dialogue and poetry. I believe that through story writing, poetry and conversation, we are left empowered as women and mothers.
*You will be empowered to take leadership of your life.
*Develop confidence in your job.
*Use your own voice.
*Find your mission.
*Define what your passions are.
*Develop concrete goals.
How to Use this Course-Work
The material in this Module is a P.A.N.A.C.E.A. A Solution to the Fear and Self-Doubt. Use it as a tool for empowerment. It is intended to emancipate your heart and mind from living in a climate of fear and force. Each tool is from Wisdom Teachings that have been handed down through the generations. The tools will be presented in Poetry and Prose. Poetry offers a prism for light to shine through which has the potential to release that which is trapped in the depths of our lives.
SIGNUP FOR THE WAIT LIST
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Creative Visualization is a part of The Empowered Womanist Module. It will direct you to the Path of Transformation. Where you begin to live as a complete human being with balance and fulfillment. If you are committed to the journey then you must integrate the spiritual and human aspect of life.
It is a practice of finding and following your inner guide. It is during meditation that you take the time to get in touch with the wisdom of your soul. During the practice of Creative Visualization is where you embellish your, feelings, and visions you have of your life and the world with color and sound.
A SAFE PLACE INSIDE MYSELF
My first visit to my internal life;
As I make a safe place inside myself.
I walk down a tree-lined path,
Soft wet grass under my feet,
I enter a garden of my own.
Quiet surrounds me.
All I hear is the beat of my heart,
It pulls me in deeper,
Until I feel at peace with myself.
My guide greets me.
She speaks to me…
I let go of the tension in my body.
I want to soar into the vast sky,
but pain strikes me.
It feels as if something has taken hold of my brain.
It is fear,
Its’ sharp claws dig in deep.
I go back to the day
I sit alone on the couch in front of the TV.
I am eight years old;
silence is my only companion,
Only it does not bring any solace.
Fear and dread COVER me like a wet prickly blanket.
Rubbing me with its coarseness.
The tiny hairs on my arm stand erect,
At once I become a mother to this small little girl.
I take her by the hand and tell her all is well,
I am here for her,
She uncoils into my arms,
We embrace and rock to and fro.
I tell her she is safe,
I HAVE always been with her.
I ask her what she loves.
She says words and solving math problems.
I tell her
maybe she can be a
Writer or a poet and her words can heal others.
She smiles and Tells ME SHE feels loved and safe.
I walk back up the path and leave the garden,
Back to the waking life,
With a renewed sense of love and security.