When my mother became one of my ancestors, I was only eighteen years old. I felt as if the ground beneath me had disappeared. I didn’t have the language then that I have now. The world felt suddenly vast, cold, and profoundly quiet. But looking back, I can see that there were moments when something…
When I travelled to Uganda for a gathering that brought together remarkable women and elders, I was reminded how much our stories matter. Listening to people speak about their families, communities, triumphs, and wounds, I realised again that every person carries an entire history within them. We often meet the person standing before us without…
Have you ever felt a sudden, inexplicable pull to turn down a street you have never walked before? Or perhaps you have experienced a quiet, persistent nudge to strike up a conversation with a complete stranger, only to discover later that they held the exact piece of information you had been searching for. While travelling…
For years, my life was measured by a series of major surgeries. Like so many women, especially Black women who have been conditioned to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders, I simply kept going. I kept serving, I kept showing up, and I wore my resilience like a badge of honour. I…
Over the last few years, I have had the privilege of travelling, teaching, accompanying others, and deepening my own healing journey. Whether sitting with people in the United Kingdom, standing on ancestral soil in Nigeria, gathering with women and elders in Uganda, or sharing sacred space with colleagues in Spain, I noticed something remarkably consistent….
As I reflect on my journeys through Nigeria, Uganda, and Spain, three vastly different lands with distinct rhythms, languages, and landscapes, I am continually struck by a singular, profound truth. Beneath the surface of our cultural differences, human beings are longing for the exact same things. We long to belong. We long to be seen….
The human nervous system is a deeply intelligent, ancient map. It carries the echoes of everything our ancestors survived, just as it carries the potential for our deepest liberation. For so many of us, especially Black women and those navigating the complexities of the diaspora, we have been conditioned to believe that healing is a…
There were periods in my life when grief seemed to arrive one loss after another. My mother. My father. My siblings. During those dark, heavy seasons, I discovered a profound truth that changed the entire trajectory of my healing journey. Grief was not merely an emotional response to loss. It lived physically within my body….
During one of my recent visits to Nigeria, I found myself being led to places filled with stories. These were places where history, memory, and ancestry seemed alive in the very dust and trees. I met people carrying enormous burdens while continuing to show extraordinary resilience. What struck me most was how many people had…
‘Radiance exudes out of Gloria’, says Member Rev Deb Connor of her friend and colleague Gloria Tinu Ogunbadejo. So who better to tell us about her healing practice? But first here’s Deb to introduce Gloria’s contribution. There’s a radiance that comes with the best kind of communities. I feel very passionate about the sense of…
