I think I like most of the things about myself that I say out loud I don’t – I self-deprecate to deflect the attention that part of me actually secretly desires but that I also hope happens organically; I haven’t figured out how to do that so instead I just push it all away. And …
Don’t call me black, Call me by my name, call me by my humanity. “Black” is one of the many colors found in the crayon box, the ink of a pen, the darkness of shadow; a shade devoid of character or light – Yet, I am full of light. Colors are ideals driven by perception, …
I sparkle. And shine, glint, and glitter; I twinkle and glisten, I am brilliant, blazing like light, like sun, like fire. I shimmer, bright and lustrous as sunlight striking gold. Luminous, vivacious; Like stars, like diamonds – I am gleaming, scintillant… I glow. 29 November 2019
I decided not to meditate this morning. Instead, I sat outside breathing the crisp, cool, autumn air and watched the dawn paint the sky with its cotton candy colors while the leftover silvery beams of the moon’s light began to dampen and fade to wisps becoming the shimmering dew on the grass, the sparkling diamond …
I’ve learned to be the kind of friend to myself that I want to have. How I treat myself is how I’ll treat others and how they’ll treat me in kind. My self-compassion could make me a selfless companion. I grow more when I know more about myself. I’m always learning… 15 October 2019
I related to a kids’ poetry book today, and… it told me my inner child still hurts sometimes. I should pay more attention to her.
I braid life into my hair – each length I add [is] potential, no telling how far I’ll grow.