Alarcon Healings

Just a reminder, this page is not frequently updated. One of my duties at my day job has been running two social media pages, which keeps me busy on socials beyond my regular workload. If you want updates on my personal endeavors and other work that includes community limpia dates, follow my personal IG:

https://www.instagram.com/biancalue?igsh=MWc0bzJhZTRtbWQ2Mw%3D%3D&utm_source=qr

Hello lovely followers. My capacity to keep up all my pages with my full time job is limited. If you would like to follow my personal page on IG please do. If you are in the NW and would like to book a session, please send me a message there.

Thank you for being here 🤍🖤

POV: You are a Fairy in #Washington

Therapist says, I have a feeling there’s been a lot left unsaid.

So much. Left. Unsaid.

As a femme presenter, as a daughter of the addicted, as a brown person, as a mixed person, as a q***r person, as a person with trauma, as a person conditioned to stay small and serve, as a person abused and used and neglected for all phases of life thus far. Parts I can remember and those I have blocked.

There was so much left unsaid.

(And then they tell me I’m too much)

But they haven’t even heard the 1/2 of it.

No one holds their hands over my mouth but me and I will remove that hand and place it upon my heart instead, not in suppression but in tender loving support. I will speak words of love and grace, but I will protect and cut with the thorns and blades if need be.

As I practice writing
down all the things unsaid, I free myself from any power it held over me. I reclaim my voice, my right to exist and take up space.

Period.

🌹

Who am beyond all the belief systems I wrote in my body?

Who am I if I am not helping,healing, guiding and taking care of?

Who would I be if I wasn’t expected to be all of the above from a very young age?

A dreamer, a creative, a trailblazer…and more.

I am not sure yet, about any of it. But I know I can be all the things but with less self betrayal and compromise.

Every decade feels like a a Renaissance of discovery of self.
And I live for it, as I heal into understanding myself and learning to give myself grace.

When I turn stiff,
hopefully 5 grandkids away from now,
lay me down in the field behind my house.
Don’t inject chemicals or put makeup on my face.
No boxes, no wood, no plastic.
Leave me pale and turning green with my arms out, back down on the crunchy grass.
Let the crows peck and coyotes naw.
The worms and bugs feast upon my eyes.
Let the hawk and buzzard and raven do with me as they will.
Let me gift my organic body back to this beautiful habitat that graces me with her beauty each morning.

I want the critters beaming about the feast they had from me.
I want the song birds songs a little bit longer and the ravens to be able to feed their babies.
I want the bugs to be plump so they can take a day off.
I want my body, what is left of me on this Earth to gratify and fortify the the lives of the the creatures that bring me joy.

I want my body given back to our great mother, where I was made.
-B