I wish fathers loved better
I have grown up watching them
and movies of them
and tv shows of them
and read stories of them
All sacrificing themselves for their notions of
Their community
Their world
Their children and family
Their freedom
Willing to provide
To protect
To kill
To die
But few willing to really live
I have seen fathers bear the weight and burden of living
day after day after day
I have seen them ground down
Working themselves
And being worked
To death
I have seen fathers hold close
their grief and rage and tears
Standing firm and tall
Holding their hearts in a vice grip
Do not cry do not cry do not cry
I have seen them drink and drug and debate and fight
Even those they say they love
All to hide the pain
To hide everything
I come from those fathers
But I am not a father like that
My strength is not based on who I can defeat
Proving that I'm better
My courage is not in facing death
Willing to die for my cause
My serenity is not from hiding and pretending all is fine
Calm in the numbing, the avoiding
The silencing or the not caring
Feel all of who you are
Live awake and sober
Even in a world designed to make you forget
A world built to grind away any semblance of personhood
Love tenderly
Cry easily
Laugh deep and pure with your belly shaking and your face open to the sun
Hold close your children
Letting your heart be open to their love
A love which is exponentially greater than anything you could ever imagine existing
Let it in
All of it
Let your heart break as it fills and grows beyond its capacity
Beyond what you had ever thought possible
Beyond what you had ever allowed yourself to feel
Cause love is scary
It's the place where tender dreams and hopes are born
And broken and get pushed away
To get on with the tasks and to-dos of the day to day
Love is the place where we are exposed and confused
Where we protected ourselves from
Yet where we longed to be seen and heard and held
And came back to again and again
Cause maybe this time would be different
So have the strength, courage and serenity that lets love be the guide
Love yourself in the work you do
Love yourself in the way you play and laugh and rejoice
Love your god, gods, goddesses
Love your ancestors
Love your lovers
Love your friends
Love your body
Love your wholeness and your parts
Love your ability to feel, anything
Love yourself in your fumbles
Love yourself every time you get back up
Love your longings
Love your breath and the chance you have to come back to yourself again and again
Love this precious life and this precious journey
Love the endings and beginnings
Births and deaths
The changes everyday
All the time
For that's all we have
Let something emerge from that love
Water it, hold it
Nourish it and see what it has to offer you
And what you have to offer this life
Love these questions
Love these curiosities
Love yourself
And walk in the world with your tenderness
Your preciousness
Your heart
More open than you ever thought possible
I will meet you there
Author: Enroue Halfkenny
Lightning Bugs
Lightning bugs swoop in the humid night air
Bursts of bright green light-trails curl in the thick wetness of summer
Echoing fireworks
Rockets and bombs bursting red glare
That left trails of smoke drifting in the dark
Covering a city
A forest
A mountain
In yesterday's celebration of our so called Freedom
Today it was hot
And the air humid and thick
Sweat just sitting and soaking on my body
Making everything sticky to the touch
Flesh to flesh, foot to floor, hand to railing, belly to shirt
But the sun wasn’t one to be left out either
Beating heat down on my shoulders and neck
Anytime I went outside
Finally though it set
Letting dark skies and a cooler breeze drift in
I sat outside in relief and looked up
Cloud cover hid the stars but were suddenly illuminated with other flashes
Other rumblings
Thunder this time
Nature's fireworks
Is Sango celebrating this so called time of independence
Does this orisa care for our country's ideas of freedom and victory
Does he rejoice in one colonizer overthrowing another
Or is he demonstrating a larger
Deeper power
Laughing at our little bursts of reds and blues
Our petty explosions in the night air trying to recall the glory of battles won
He plays across the vastness of the heavens
With his bolts of brilliance dancing across the sky
Cloud to cloud
Cloud to earth
Dancing as the air cracks and splits carrying
His laughter rolling across the treetops
Across the city
Across the mountain
Across the ocean
And what do these fireflies
These lightning bugs
say to it all
To human and nonhuman echos of light in the night
A night that for them is
Steady
Consistent in the summer’s dusk to its deep dark
Their fiery dances will continue
Long after the smoky haze drifts away
Long after the summer thunderstorm streams through
What do they notice in the skies above
Do they see our celebration
Our godsesses
Maybe their own
Do they reach upwards in ecstasy
Longing to be reunited with the greatness flashing above them
I don't think so
I think they
As we do
Orient to those who speak a language we understand
Lightning
Lightning bug
Fireworks
Firefly
Those are our words for them
Light and Fire
But what do they call themselves
They know their people just as we know ours
Yet can we be open to this fire and light on their own terms
To listen and see in their language
Enough to come together in relationship as siblings
As partners
As elders
or more likely
as juniors
In this life
They may not see our fireworks as wondrous
Though they may wonder at them
They may not see lightning as their god
But still relate to its presence
Or not
As dark deepens I close my laptop
Letting this light and my thinking rest in the wonder of the dancing that surrounds me
More life I have lived than remains
This body aches
Turns out what the elders speak of is true
Bodies creak and moan
In this new soundtrack to life
Mornings are hard
Stiff joints and tight muscles
More work to keep steady and healthy
Or some notion of healthy
Than it used to take
Running just to stay still
Is how it feels sometimes
Though I'm clearly not going out running
I remember my wife’s Oma, her grandmother, saying years ago
“Getting old is no fun”
And I see bits and pieces of it now
I feel the shifting and the transitions
It's like a video game when a vehicle or city or something needs constant maintenance to run
And just as one piece is cared for another needs attention
And sometimes you let one thing get really bad cause there just isn't enough time or resources
And then you rush to care for it,
To catch up
And sometimes you're successful
And sometimes not
It can feel like too much
Like maybe it's easier to just lay down and let it all unravel
Let it all spool out on its own til it comes to its own conclusion
Not winning the game but not playing by its rules either
And just letting the end come
As it will for all of us
But that's no fun either
Sure, less attention on the upkeep
But more attention on the breaking down
And that breaking down aint pleasant either
So I guess it's trying to do the upkeep while enjoying the ride
Maybe that's a thing to focus on
It's so easy to push and push and say I need to do better
Look at them they're so in shape and healthy
And sometimes I feel bad and ashamed of my body
My too big and soft belly
My sore and injured ankles
My wrist that pains me
My back
Oh now it's my back that needs all the attention
Hips and abs and glutes and joints
So many joints in my lower back and pelvis
Pelvis to sacrum
Pelvis to itself
Pelvis to hip sockets
Sigh
Such a sacred bowl and it's calling out to me
Hey
Down here
I need you too.
Don't forget that I'm central to all the ways you want to move in the world
All the ways you want to walk and dance and sit and crawl and play
And bend and twist and
Simply be
Honor me
Attend to me
Strengthen and stretch and help with these connections
I look there and see there's so much holding
Holding tight and scared
Holding firm
Holding it all together
Keeping it all under control
But this holding is burying something too
Buried fear
Buried doubt
Buried curiosity and possibility
Buried expression
Buried acceptance of my size and fluidity
Buried being seen and beheld
Like a great Rainbow
Or a giant Iroko tree
Hidden deep within
Just being themselves without fanfare
Without rolling thunder and drama
A tree
Not to be confused with any other
Just growing
Firm and strong with deep ancestral roots
Expanding to the broad wide open sky
Sacred and reaching towards the light that is life
A rainbow
Reflecting and refracting sacred light
Arching beautifully across the sky
After a storm or summer rain
Radiant glory and color
Look in the direction your shadow points you towards
And bring your gaze upwards
There you will see the rainbow
Such instructions
Let your shadow lead you to the brilliant light show in the sky
Upwards and outwards instead of down and in
Maybe that's my time now
Up and out
Leaving the inwards gazing
of winter's reflection to the shine and glory of summer
The desire to plumb the depths of that shadow
Diving inwards
Following a well worn trail delving deeper and deeper
Falling into the morass of self doubt, self loathing, fear and shame
Of the shouldas and couldas and wouldas
A path of grinding the pain deeper
To simply feel something
Anything
As I live in a world guiding me to numb out
to consume
to feel anything else but who I am
Maybe to learn something in order to live better
Maybe
But maybe it's more important now to simply look up
To remember that the point isn't to get lost looking into the deep dark of my shadow
but to notice the rainbow quietly arcing above me
To be the rainbow
And maybe like the great Iroko tree
To draw strength and nourishment from my roots
Letting them secure me to this life
A life full of joy and sorrow
of pain and peace
Of all of it
While extending outwards and upwards
Reaching towards light and life and possibility
Letting this growth energize me too
To look towards hope and beauty instead of towards the hurts and doubts
May I hold dear and close the tender excitement and wonder at not knowing
The activation of the seed planted in the mysterious darkness
Whose purpose is to extend upwards into the light
Rooted always in this mystery,
Grounding it
Yet seeking this other wonder
Beckoned upwards and outwards
Looking up to the sky
Open and accepting
Of this life
And what is still possible
Let's do this instead.
Radio interviews
Greetings good people!
Here are several interviews I have done over the past couple of months about Orisa worship and practice. Most have been with Babz Rawls Ivy on her show “Love Babz Love Talk” on WNHH 103.5. Another was done with my wife, Tagan Engel, the creator and producer of The Table Underground also on Orisa worship and practice. All interviews are also available through Soundcloud.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5-With Babz Ivy
6With “The Table Underground”
Enjoy!
HLC
Rise and Fail of the N-Word
I was so happy to be a part of a great team of people that organized this exhibit at Kehler Liddell Gallery in Westville. The work of Rhinold Ponder was shown for a month and I had the opportunity to facilitate the opening and closing discussions with the artist and community members. It was sponsored by the William Casper Graustein Memorial Fund, organized by Kisha Zullo and included spoken word performances hosted by Hanifa Nia Washington and The Literary Happy Hour.
It was a joy to finish off this experience with a racially and generationally mixed group of community members laughing and sharing their thoughts of healing from the impact of white supremacy and violence. Great opportunities to address the healing needed that lingers behind the n-word.
Mental Health Issues of Black and Brown Teens on “Moving Target” Podcasts
I was honored to be asked to join a panel of young people and mental health and wellness professionals to discuss issues of mental health concerning black and brown teens. It was hosted by Jay Kemp on WYBC on March 17th. The Link on Facebook is here.
Ayiti Resurrect
Greetings good people. Here is a record of some great work I did in Haiti/Ayiti between December 27th and January 3rd 2017.
It was super powerful and nourishing being a part of a delegation that engaged in positive community work in partnership with the community itself. So beautiful and enriching!
& Photo Album on FB: https://www.facebook.com/naima.penniman/media_set?set=a.1400208386680244.1073741851.100000732890065&type=3&pnref=story
Blessings,
Enroue
Love Talk with Babz Rawlz Ivy
This morning I was on the Babz Rawls Ivy’s radio show, LoveBabz LoveTalk, on the New Haven Independent’s WNHH Community Radio program. Radio spot on Soundcloud

Ancestors matter (cont.)
First, sorry for the HUGE lapse in time from my last post about ancestor work. I am carving out more intentional time to write so hopefully there will be more frequent posts. My challenge now is to communicate the importance and potential resources that we have access to, without it being so heady and dry nor too ethereal and abstract. So we shall see if I can balance this between the heart and head.
In the previous post I acknowledged the difficulty in connecting with our ancestors, especially when there is hurt in our past. It may have been caused by particular individuals that we knew when they were alive; a relative that abused us or those we love, one that suffered from addiction and was emotionally or physically unavailable, or one that expressed views that we abhor. It may have been a relative(s) that suffered as the victim of abuse. This may have been done to that individual enacted or upon a whole generation or generations of your lineage. Regardless of the manner of the pain, many of us living have no desire or intention to wade through it if possible. We have enough suffering and hurts in our present experience.
It is important to know that of the thousands and thousands of ancestors that we have, there are some that have struggled in the regular difficulties of life and been able to love, hope, live fully, care for themselves and others while in the midst of circumstances that were difficult. There are even those that may have experienced tragedies and horrors and still held out hope for their and others lives. At the very least we can draw upon that strength and wisdom to help us to navigate the difficulties of our current life circumstances. This is important, for it is this ability to connect with that which can support and nurture us which will enable us to deal appropriately with the pain, hurts and the desire to avoid who we are and where we come from.
You might be saying, “we just need to move on and forget about the past.” You can certainly do that. However, you are then cutting yourself off from a vast source of support that is 100% relevant to who you are and who you can become. We all come from cultures and peoples that believed and understood that the relationship with our family members does not end when they die. For some, that tradition is recent, for others it is very distant. But it is there all the same and is something we can also mourn as a cost of ‘civilization’. This is not a conceptual issue but a true and heart felt one. Just as we can feel the very real connection with those that we love who are living, yet not physically present, the same very real connection exists with those that have passed.
This may be easier to feel if you had a positive relationship with a family member before they died. If this is the case, then connecting with them and bringing your struggles, questions and concerns to them may be a bit easier. You get to simply talk with them,internally or out loud, about the support you need or the issues in your relationships (even with them) that you want to resolve or work on.
However, in my experience and the experience of others, this same bond exists even with those you did not personally know. This healing and growth work and relationships are not based on having to have known them when they lived. We have more ancestors that we do not know than those we do know. The connection is based on a relationship that simply is, not on having to create it, though we often have to find our way to it. This is because of the cultural norm of disconnection that many of us were raised in. In our current culture, when someone has died many are told that the relationship is over and they are simply “dead and gone.”
There are other views, practices and norms that we can connect with. Just like we can find and connect with a norm of equality instead of adopting the one of disconnection and oppression that we are raised in.
Now, back to the issue of pain in the lineage. Just as you get to decide who comes into your home, room, or into an intimate relationship with you, you get to decide who you invite into your ancestral, emotional and spiritual life. With words or heart felt intention you get to say in one way or another “Those that can come with love and support of my needs and purpose are welcome, those that cannot, are not welcome at this time.”
I often picture this ancestral pain or hurt as a literal wall or barrier. As people look into their ancestry and encounter this pain, the searching may stops. The pain stops them. If this were the totality of the possibilities then it makes sense to not pursue anything more. However, there are other ways to deal with this. So if we look at the reality of the pain we can see a number of options: 1) Avoidance, in regards to stopping all connection with ones ancestors, 2) Healing the ancestral pain, which involves engaging with it in a variety of ways, or 3) Bypassing that particular pain by stepping around the wall of pain and connecting deeper into ones heritage.
The first, well, is self evident and there is no opportunity for anything positive to come through as well. The fear may be too great at this stage. When you want to explore a different way, then your ancestors are always waiting and ready when you are. They are also patient and loving. The second option, is very effective, though requires a lot of healing and support to already be present to engage in that process. Certainly possible, just not a necessarily the best starting place. This third one allows for support and guidance to come through without being trapped by the pain or by believing that the pain is all that your ancestry has to offer you. You are not trapped and your ancestry does have more to offer. And by connecting in a positive way you can eventually find ways, if you want to, to heal the pain itself and resolve the trauma in your lineage.
In my view, healing and wholeness are super important. If I am going to live and be awake, then continuing to do those things that cultivates connecting to my purpose and wholeness are also important. There may be discomfort in this process. Sometimes being with the discomfort while engaged in this process is helpful and restorative. However, if there is too much discomfort and it is causing a reactive or triggering response than it may not actually be helpful or restorative. Its just hurtful.
I will give you this example. I am a cis gendered male therapist. If a client comes in wanting to address an abuse history that was done to them by a similar male as I am then there are some issues to address at the start. If that person is too triggered and reactive to sit with me in the same room due to their fear and trauma history. If they are simply re-experiencing the trauma and are unable to be emotionally, mentally, physically or spiritually present with me then the healing cannot happen.
However, if that person can tolerate it, even if there is discomfort, if they are “comfortable enough” then not only can we address the healing that is needed but there may be additional layers that are resolved. It can be even more restorative than if they engaged in this healing with someone that did not have the identity of those that oppressed and hurt them. This is why sometimes having a therapist match your demographics can be helpful AND why it may not be as necessary as we typically think.
You are the best gauge of the most appropriate ways to engage in these ancestral relationships. Some may be too traumatic to directly address, some may be uncomfortable though will have great benefit to engage in them to resolve them. Some will be easily supportive and can even help with the difficulties of engaging with the ones that are difficult. I have found that as these relationships are cleared out, healed, limited, embraced, depending on your needs, the better. The better for your own healing, journey and wholeness. Being open and able to receive the love, blessings, gifts and support from your lineage is your birthright and is powerful. Protecting ourselves from the hurtful or negative is appropriate. However, shutting ourselves down and away from who we are is self limiting. There is little to be gained from such self limiting, and our lives are too precious to live that way.
Thank you for your interest.
Food, Fitness and Emotions
I was interviewed by Tara Lyn Coppola, a nutritionist, personal trainer and life coach to discuss the inter-relatedness of our physical, emotional and spiritual selves and how they interact when we are trying to make healthful decisions. (Unfortunately the link to the podcast is no longer active)
“In this episode of TLC Talks, I talk with Enroue Halfkenny, MSW, about the various things that can effect us as we work towards life changing goals and how to work through them.
This was an amazing interview. I was blown away with the amount of information, Enroue gave to us. We discussed how our past experience and family history affect us while working toward our goals. Enroue explained how our resistance to change can be a deeper internal challenge for us to work through. We also talked about ways to work through these resistances and when to seek help.
Change is not easy and often times we focus on the superficial aspects of change only to yo-yo over and over again. In order to make lasting change in our world, we must take a deeper look into our internal dynamic and embrace all the aspects that make up our multidimensional selves. This interview will give you new insight into yourself and those around you as we walk our path to becoming stronger healthier beings.
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