In a couple of weeks we’ll be celebrating Mother’s Day, which may be the biggest breakfast-in-bed holiday of all time. No one deserves the recognition more than moms and we’re not only thankful, but in total freakin’ awe of every mum, mommy, mama, and mother out there! We applaud every marvelous women fortunate enough to spend the day “any way she wants,” encircled by her loving children—or at the very least surrounded by sweet bouquets and cards they sent.
But our larger mission is in supporting the woman who, for a host of reasons, won’t have giggling children fluffing her pillow and presenting her with a flower-adorned tray of fruit and pancakes. We want those women to remember, you’re not alone. You’ll be among countless women cradling more leaden emotions that are equally sacred.
We’re with you too. We understand. Your journey to motherhood might be winding and complicated. XIZOZU exist to hold space for you, wherever you are on your personal path. And to provide a peaceful point of strength during your fragile times.
These XIZOZU were created to embrace all the shapes of motherhood:
Life got you crazy? Struggling to concentrate? Can’t seem to stay focused? Can’t get things done? Feeling inexplicably downhearted?
Take a breath. Literally.
Continue reading “Go Mind Your Own Mindfulness”
Yesterday’s post about my father’s suicide received a lot of positive attention both here on the blog and in conversations on Facebook.
It was wonderful to see the dialog about mental wellness and suicide open up around me, but what was equally striking was the number of private messages I received in which people privately expressed their experiences with suicide. Those who reached out via text and email wanted to share their thoughts and memories, but confidentially.
That’s exactly what XIZOZU’s all about. The ability to honor an event or emotion, while still keeping it secret.
Personally I think it’s important to broaden the conversation about mental wellness, grief, trauma, and suicide, so I’ll talk about, or write about, my experience of losing my dad. Others aren’t there yet. I totally get that. Everyone processes grief differently and there’s no universal way to do it.
Above is one of the XIZOZU™ I will be likely wearing for the next few weeks. Its one I wear often. It honors the loss of a loved one through suicide. It’s where I can direct my affection, and sometimes draw bit of strength, anytime I’m move to, especially when I touch it.
Honor your own achievements, challenges and loss with your won medals.
We'll need yours too
The first thing asked of
is to surrender the only
fragile explanation he left her
which she does
without looking up
Politely the officer refolds the single sheet
careful to not add creases
that weren't already there
and slips it into a large brown envelope
where three other letters are hidden
Mine among them
They will be returned
You know you may read yours
before we take it
Father may I No No you may not You may never
Seems apparent, but still
we must rule out homicide
We'll need copies for the file
I imagine a clerk with unruly hair
one at a time
mindlessly fussing with a hangnail
while the photocopier
replicates the tragedy
deciding for herself
who he loved the most
XIOXI is a warrior. XIOXI is a child. XIOXI is a state of mind.