Through art projects—including visual arts, dance, writing, and music—along with spiritual practices and guided imagery, Healing With the Arts gives you the tools to heal what you need to heal in your life: physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual.
Keri Spoken Word
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Mary Rockwood Lane, PhD, RN, FAANAssociate Professor
College of Nursing
Michael Samuels, MD
All right, well hello everybody, my name's Kerry.
I'm here to share with you a little bit of my experience,
magical, magical experience with healing with the arts.
Throughout this time I ended up sharing about my own personal experiences,
about being an adult female survivor of childhood sexual abuse.
And it was really the first time that I ever really came out and shared my story,
the first time I ever let that part of me have a voice,
sharing parts of my story all the way from little girl, young woman, adult.
And through that was such a powerful healing opportunity that I
reforged a dedication to bring an opportunity,
bring a platform, for other women to find a voice of their own.
And this really came through the Vagina Monologues.
I've now co-directed the Vagina Monologues here in Gainesville, Florida for
five years.
And it's such a powerful opportunity of self-identified women coming together,
performing, creating own spoken word, in order to
really touch into that part of ourselves where we are tired of being silenced.
Where we are regaining a platform for speech,
a platform for truth, a platform for our own experience.
The Vagina Monologues is an organization that helps spread awareness
about any violence against women and girls.
And so for you today, I am here to share one of the most powerful
monologues that really resonates for me and my journey and my story.
My revolution begins in the body.
My revolution begins in the body, it isn't waiting anymore.
My revolution does not need approval or permission.
It happens because it has to happen in each neighborhood, village, city, or town.
In gatherings of tribes, fellow students, women at the market, on the bus.
It may be gradual and soft, it may be spontaneous and loud.
It may be happening already.
It may be found in your closet, your drawers, your gut, your cells,
your multiplying cells, in the naked mouth of tought nipples and overflowing breasts.
My revolution is swelling from the insatiable drumming between my legs.
My revolution is willing to die for this.
My revolution is ready to live big.
My revolution is overthrowing the state of mind called patriarchy.
My revolution will not be choreographed,
although it begins with a few familiar steps.
My revolution is not violent, but it does not shy away from the sharp edges where
fierce displays of resistance tumble into something new.
My revolution is in this body, in these hips atrophied by misogyny,
in this jaw wired mute by hunger and atrocity.
My revolution is connection not consumption,
passion not profit, orgasm not ownership.
My revolution is of the Earth and will come from her for her because of her.
It understands that every time we frack or drill or burn or
violate the layers of her sacredness, we violate the soul of our future.
My revolution is not ashamed to press her body down on her mud
floors in front of banyan, cyprus, pine, callion, oak,
chestnut, mulberry, redwood, sycamore trees.
To bow shamelessly to shocking yellow
birds and rose-blue setting skies,
heart exploding purple bougainvillea and aqua sea.
My revolution gladly kisses the feet of mothers and nurses and
nannies and cleaners and healers, who all give life and are life.
My revolution is on its knees, on my knees to every holy thing and
to those who carry empire made burdens in and on their backs and heads and hearts.
My revolution demands abandon, expects the original, relies on trouble makers,
anarchists, poets, shamans, seers, sexual explorers, tricksters, mystic travelers,
tight rope walkers, and all who go too far and
feel too much.
My revolution shows up unexpectedly.
It's not naive but believes in miracles, cannot be categorized,
targeted, branded or even located.
Offers prophecy not prescription, is determine by mystery and
ecstatic joy, requires listening.
It is not centralized, but we all know where we're going.
It happens in stages and all at once.
It happens where you live and everywhere.
It understands that divisions are diversions.
It requires sitting still and staring deep into my eyes.
Go ahead, love.
