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

Thank you all for your votes on my Instagram story. I’m happy to put the offering of New Year’s Limpia’s out there for my Portland and Vancouver Friends! Start 2024 off with clear, and open roads, release the heaviness of what it’s not serving you in this new year. Set your intentions next to the mighty Columbia as we connect with the spirit of the river and volcanic landscape surrounding us. I will be opening slots on the following days between the following times: (Limpias will be between 20-45 min tops as we will be outside) Jan 6th-7th 11-3:30 PM Jan 13th-14th 11-3:00 PM Jan 20th-21st 9-11:30 AM Energy exchange: suggested donation sliding scale $25-$55. Open for discussion on trades. Book via email or message me here: [email protected]

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

I am nothing but a fire breathing dragon
With castles to protect and bad guys to deflect
I am nothing but a fire breathing dragon
Feared because I am misunderstood
I am nothing but a fire breathing dragon
Few know me as knowledge keeper, others see a monster to slay
I am nothing but a fire breathing dragon
Hunted or rode but most powerful un-domesticated
I am nothing but a fire breathing dragon
As old as creation, and carefully watching you now
I am nothing but a fire breathing dragon.

-B

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.

How many Black mothers collectively wept when the news of Tyre Nichols came out?
How many Black mothers heard their sons cry out for them?
How many Black mothers filled their hands in tears of memories of when they lost their babies this way too?
How many Black mothers remember the times their sons came home and they took a breath thinking, ‘thank god you’re home son.’
How many Black mothers over hundreds of years screamed that unforgettable scream of loss?

How many Black mothers must continue to hold the weight, and must continue to fight against a society so complicit with Black with genocide?

How many more will it take till yt america sees the roles they play in this erasure of Black people?

And who will hold these Black mothers in their grief?