Cozett Dunn
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The Promise of the Pear Tree
It was in the iridescent green that I caught a glimpse of the future. The barren panorama that I had been trudging was wearing on me. All around the terrain looked like a dry Martian landscape. A useless vista. As I lifted my eyes to heaven it was like hell rained down on me. I don't remember much except the sound of bombs and explosions. It was as though the ground had opened up and was taking no prisoners. The doorway that got me to this place had been heralded to be a haunted one. No one ever heard it creaking open because they were either asleep, away, or in another room and not in earshot of the rusty hinges that held it to the frame of the house. Had I known then what I know now I wouldn't have gone through that door. What started off as a family-fun day with a picnic and then scary stories around a bonfire that night about the haunted door at our granny's house had turned into an experience none of us would forget. I rushed the door with every bit of irreverence I could retrieve. Hoping to elicit some laughs from my cousins and disprove the mysteries of the door I threw myself into the door dramatically. Everyone there now says they saw it open by itself only moments before I rammed into it. I fell to the floor unconscious. My body was there...but I was somewhere else.
By Cozett Dunn4 years ago in Fiction
Shameless Manifesting
I traveled to Turkey for the first time recently. I did a solo trip. It was an enlivening experience to say the least. As a matter of fact, I had an awakening in the middle of Istanbul airport. That was interesting not just for me but for everyone around me who witnessed it as well. I'll spare you the details because they're in one of my previous posts on here. At any rate, here I am back in Tennessee, exactly 2 months after my trip. And I've had yet another epiphany due to my time there. Are you ready for this? I ask because as I repeat in my head what I'm about to type I feel some jumbled emotions. But, it has to be said. I have to say it and I hope that if you find a resonance here that you will make this a mantra of your own. I'm actually going to put these quotes on my dream board.
By Cozett Dunn4 years ago in Motivation
He Tried To Kill My Mother
At 42 years old I've decided to not be so quiet anymore. I've lived a life riddled with trauma from birth forward. I've had a YouTube channel for a few years with no aspirations of becoming a "YouTuber" or even a polished novice. More often than not, I discourse, entertain, contemplate and do interviews with no make-up, no ring lights, and in my pajamas. I'm real. I'm authentic and I have zero desire to be polished. What you see is what you get. However, there is always more than meets the eye. Am I right? I am a fairly well-adjusted, divorced, middle-aged, and currently overweight woman. I live in the Bible belt of the south in a state called, Tennessee. Been here all my life. A daughter of Appalachian pioneer women and a mother who has since the age of fourteen been addicted to narcotics and nerve pills. She was unable to raise me because of this. Her own voids led her down a path of what I can only believe was one of trying to find validation for the magic that is her. My super practical grandparents definitely had an indigo child on their hands with her. There was no avoiding the wildness that came along with her soul. A wild river runs through her. And just like all wild rivers they are both beautiful and devastating. I'm thankful to be in a place of retrospect where I've stepped more fully into my own magic. Magic I inherited from her. If not for the inner work I've done I wouldn't have the capacity to behold her beauty or even interact with her. I wish you could know her. See her. She is tiny. She stands at all of about five feet tall. Very dainty. How she has defended herself and survived the brutality of frequent domestic violence is a miracle. Her frame is delicate. Her smile exudes the obvious...that she is a shrine. Her journey is one that has circled the earth for millennia. She is no stranger to this realm. She is not a greenhorn. To me my mother embodies all of the feminine warriors we celebrate. She is Boudica. Her battle cry is feral and misunderstood. But, I promise you this. The echo of it has been found in me. Because of her fortitude runs in my blood. Alchemy is my essence. Resilience is the air that I breathe. And I bring the cause of the warrior woman into the consciousness of the collective. But, if you lived with me, worked with me, you would also see I've had a long history of panic disorder, generalized anxiety, sleep disorder and migraine. But, I'm still out here in this world moving my body through familiar and exotic areas. It's a miracle I think. My body. My mind. Heck, your body and mind!
By Cozett Dunn4 years ago in Families
The Egregore of Truth
"In the shadow of the gods are the very gods themselves." James Hillman. For the past three years I've immersed myself into the world of my own shadows. I've always been naturally inclined to self-improvement. I'm an aspiring psychologist working through my degree program. I'm deeply spiritual and take the tack that every being has light and dark within and that we shouldn't damn the darkness and exalt the light in us as though we are champions. However, up until several years ago I did just that. As I've self-actualized and spent time in meditation I've learned to hold space for both things to be honored. Because they are there for a reason. Without going too much into my personal journey I wanted to highlight some food for thought about the statement I began with.
By Cozett Dunn4 years ago in Journal
Who Are You Made Of?
For years I have heard the famous saying, “you are the average of the five people you spend the most time with” by motivational speaker, Jim Rohn. Also, “show me your friends and I’ll show you your future.” This concept has never sat well with me. When I first heard it my immediate instinct was that it is yet another shame tactic wielded at us by toxic positivity culture. It literally felt like a blow to the gut. I got the gist of it. I knew the person quoting it was well intentioned and has a heart the size of Texas. But, still it felt like a bit of a blow. The psychology nerd in me began analyzing the essence of the statement and trying to discern if there was perhaps a bit of an egoic angle that this phrase was birthed in. I also felt it was a very unfair and uninformed statement. What about someone who is part of a dysfunctional family and they live in poverty? Maybe they don’t have access to higher education. Maybe they don’t have a vehicle and so they are at home most of the time with the dysfunctional. And, where they live is a high crime rate but they can’t get out because they have no car and no money. Naturally, they’re going to spend the most time with these people. And, if you’ve ever been poor you know you don’t have the privilege to just up and switch the company you keep. You can’t go from living in the projects to rubbing shoulders with Harvard graduates all because you decide to. It’s not that simple. There is no straight path for this societal transition typically. So, you can see why I felt this statement was a slight moreso than motivational. It takes time, effort, money, opportunity, preparation, and so much more to bridge the contrast between these two worlds.
By Cozett Dunn4 years ago in Motivation
