Thursday, July 25, 2013

Blac/k/q venacular Part I: My gift, my calling, has made room for me...



I have a saying, "Blak folk don't do therapy." 

It dont say, "Blaq folk are ignorant or clueless to our needs."          

It dont say, "Blac folk need non-Black folk to come heal           and                       save us." 

I said, "Blak folk don't do therapy," to who's who.

I was asked in return, "Then why become an [art] therapist?" 

I didn't feel like explaining.  

Power and privilege makes one think they deserve an answer from us Black girls                       on demand.

Speak, answer, twerk, cry, be enraged, tell yo story...on demand.   

"I want to see you angry              to get mad.         If I were you, I would be mad." 

Well           in all ways of none            are you me.  

Let me reintroduce myself,  I am a shealer a.k.a.     ARTherapist.

The arts                creative expression is my modality.   

The arts and expression are how Blac/k/q folk have healed throughout the African Diaspora f o r e v e r.                

I aint got no couch for you to come sit on             but i'll help you build one if that's what you need.   

I got some tools. 

I got some destigmaticized and dismantled "therapy "that we can re-imagine.  

I got some of dat good good―I got my gift, my calling that has made room for me. 

I got that calling on my life to co-create healing spaces:
spaces to acknowledge the hurts                             pains                    and the                happy                   joys       
spaces to reflect          
spaces to process          
spaces to heal  
spaces to muddle through the shit          
spaces to cry     
spaces to speak
spaces to be heard         
spaces to ask for counsel                     
spaces to pray
spaces to meditate
spaces to                             sit           stand                     walk                       dance                    run                         shout
spaces to come up with our own plans to heal                 
spaces to dream
spaces to give ourselves permission to...    
spaces NOT to be a monolith
spaces to explain without having to give a backstory      
spaces to dream              
spaces to be affirmed
spaces where we are given information to make informed decisions     
spaces where we can tend to our mental health in the context of our whole, uncompartmentalized selves
spaces to be our layered selves                    
spaces where Blac/k/q is not a disease, tho we may have a dis-ease   
spaces where even if there are severe/complex mental health challenges        we aint just put away    we aint just doped up
spaces where mental health is individual               
familial                 
and community-centered
spaces where we are the experts            of ourselves     
spaces where we have resources
spaces where we can tell our stories  our way   with our voice         using our talk
spaces to re-imagine our narratives
spaces to restore ourselves
spaces to art in all its many way
spaces where we deconstruct crazy        and simultaneously dismantle systems of oppression
spaces where we have the deserving luxury to heal...to be...transform....build....and/or act
                                                                                               
I am thankful for reading this article by Erin “Mari” Morales-Williams this morning cuz I thought I was flipping my lid because as I look at the jobs being offered I aint interested in them. They are not doing what I think therapy should be doing for people who look like me. I am not my sistas and brothas keeper, I am my sistas and my brothas and I want us to have radical healing spaces where we can heal, act and build simultaneously. This does not mean that I don't want to hone my clinical skills, I do, but it's how and where I do it that I will not compromise.  Also, the Universe will not let me settle for slave labor.  I am free and my resources are abundant, cuz my gift, my calling, has made room for me and God has entered where she already abides.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

all in a name...

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had a very interesting convo with someone and my name came up. when she first laid eyes on me, soon after coming out of the womb, my grandmother named me "precious." and i had only been called precious up until my first day of nursery school.  at nursery school is when i become familiar with hearing veronica roll off people's tongues. i think that is why veronica, spelled and said in its entirety, is associated with school, work, activism, learning, seriousness, plans, structure, being on my A-game etc. veronica is the capricorn part of me and precious is the cancer part of me. precious is home and home also exists in public spaces.

along with veronica and precious, i have two other middle names and though they have very special meaning, it's rare that anyone calls me either of them. one of my middle names is a combo of my mom's two best friends names, they have been friends since grammar school.  i think that's wonderful that she has sista-friends who have been in her life that long.


precious is it unprofessional. whatever! 

when i designed my newest business card and website i didnt put precious on it. the only reason i didnt put it on my website is because it would have made the single line across the top into a double line. lol lol lol. on my business card, same reason.  the odd thing to me is that i have had more than one person, especially those who call me precious, ask me about it. people who call me precious have asked my permission to still call me precious as an adult. i'm often taken off-guard when this becomes a discussion point because it's such a mute point for me. and when precious, the movie precious came out some folks got real uneasy about if it was okay to call me precious. often i am shaking my head in disbelief that one has given this so much thought, when it's such a no brainer for me.  with the movie situation, i was offended cuz aint shit wrong with the precious in the movie or real life gabourey sidibe. so no, i was not offended. 

anyway, this name thing has always been an issue for people but it has never been one for me. at my very core, precious who i am. i had to figure out veronica. and now at 39, i feel all integrated...lol lol lol lol.

the interesting thing about veronica is that in the last ten years, people have started calling me variations of veronica.  ten years ago a sista-friend started calling me "vee" and OMG the floodgates opened. lol lol which, she was particular, the two ee's had to be on there. she was even more particular that it is "vee-dub" lol lol lol.

now, friends call me v, v-bo, v's, veronicassss, but my family never called me veronica, not even my aunt who i am named after. lol lol lol lol.

sista space...



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Monday, July 15, 2013

meet them where they are...

I have so much to say, on this the first "work" day after the Zimmerman verdict, however the thought that is at the forefront of my spirit is a song/chant that I recorded last year. The piece is called "Survivors," and the core of me knows that we are not victims, though we have been victimized. Even in the aftermath of this, and every other injustice African people throughout the African Diaspora have experienced, we are not victims. We have to etch this affirmation into our psyche as we move forward in remembrance of our past but also actively engaging in the living. 

To hear "Survivors" scroll down to close to the bottom of this link http://www.veronicabohanan.com/audio.

Also, I created this collage last year and I feel that it is even more powerful today. It is entitled: "meet them where they are..."


Thursday, July 4, 2013

Happy bearthday to me...

“be.art.day” is a series of pictures & collages that I’ve captured/created over the last couple of weeks leading up to my 39th bearthday, July 5, 2013.  This series was inspired by the lyrics on India.Arie’s new cd "Songversation," and my current state of mind/heart. 














Images were captured/created at the following locations:
-My altar

-“Art Therapy in Black” exhibit

-2013 SAIC Commencement

-Walking meditations in my neighborhood

-Oprah’s Life Class live taping

-History Museum

-India.Arie's "Songversation" listening party at Hard Rock Café

-My first Mega-bus ride experience

-Pedagogy and Theatre of the Oppressed Conference, Miami University (Body Ecology performance)