Daughter Of…

Hey-Heyy Beautiful People,

Respectfully, I have been resting, healing, and giving energy to frequencies deserving of my energy. Part of my resting assignment has been watching creative content nurturing to my soul. An amazing body of work I have been watching repeatedly has been the documentary, In Our Mothers’ Gardens directed By Shantrelle P. Lewis. The documentary speaks to the narratives of Black Women juxtaposed with conversations of healing, spirituality, family lineage, and mother-daughter relationships.

Listen, the film was healing. The film made me feel seen and heard. To see beautiful Black women eloquently discussing the intersections in which Black women exists cultivated a safe space I didn’t know I needed. The film was a whole sermon! There were many notable moments. In the film I noticed, the orators said the names of their ancestors so proudly and so boldly!

As the orators called out their ancestors, I felt guilt. I felt guilt in not being able to call out the name of my ancestors. So, in true Peach fashion I began to research. I did my Googles. I found the names of my maternal ancestors. To be honest, my ancestors were ready for me to find them. My genealogy search was a seamless process. Their names appeared easily!

The women in my family are strong, bold, creative, badass, spiritual… I could go on and on. From Oklahoma to Alabama to Chicago…these Afro-Indigenous (Shawnee-Cherokee) women didn’t take no shit.

I say all this to say, I will forever call my ancestors!

These are a few of the notable women shoulders I stand on! These are the women who sacrificed for me to be in my very position. I will continue to speak their names. Also, please belief I will continue researching the paternal and maternal sides of my mother’s and father’s lineage, as those ancestors names deserved to be called as well.

If you takeaway nothing from this blog post takeaway the following, watch the film In Our Mothers Gardens and research/learn who your ancestors are.

Until next time,

-Dr. Peach