M A N A L I G Trust. Trust that voice within you. It’s the voice of your ancestors guiding, leaving you breadcrumbs for the return journey home. It’s the Divine whispering, singing,reminding you of who you are, who you’re becoming and who you’ve always been. Hindi nawala ang ating mga anito. Hindi nabura ang katotohanan ng ating mga ninuno. Trust… Read More
This Need To Be Good + How We Disrupt It
Today I’m realizing I am still so addicted to this perceived need to be good aka perfectionism. Some years ago, when I started dancing again, I got reconnected to my body and experienced JOY as physical sensation. Dancing was such a pleasurable experience that I stopped after a month of taking classes – I hadn’t built up my capacity… Read More
Notes on Unschooling as Liberation Work
Note: I am currently hashing out my thoughts about our Unschooling life as it pertains to Love + Liberation. And I hope to post bits and pieces of my thoughts around this as part of my own process in working through with what I believe and how to move forward in our Unschooling journey centered on Love and Liberation for… Read More
Lessons I’m Learning On How to Resist and Thrive
So lately, I’ve been focusing my energies on three things: working on dismantling my internalized racism/anti-blackness (yes even as a NBPOC, I have also been conditioned towards implicit bias towards whiteness and the work never stops) loving myself, taking care of myself and my family and reconnecting with my Filipino roots before colonization had colorized and Christianized our way of… Read More
Who Am I Before
Who am I Before they came and Declared my people Savage And in need of Saving Who am I Before they turned me Against my mother tongue So that I would find it Shameful to speak with my lips Who am I Before they convinced me My ancestors’ ways of healing Of being Of magic-making Were less than And Never… Read More
Mothering As Resistance
If I let the number of times I was convinced I have f*cked my children up keep me down, I wouldn’t be here at all. My children would be motherless. Because the truth is, I fight this voice in my head that constantly says my children are better off without me. This belief that I am worthless if I can’t be perfect… Read More
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