there are few things sweeter than the moments we give to our selves. the solace of meditative silence deeper breaths longer baths and slowly slowly preparing meals for yourself painting your nails singing an old song. then there is the healing from crying the small freedom of letting go of all that has attempted to... Continue Reading →
31 May 2018 The Healing It's The Afroist's birthday today, and I am all sorts of emotional having just reread the first post I wrote one year ago. Reading it, I found myself cringing a little at some of the odd phrasing, wanting to edit it, and convincing myself not to, as a pledge to... Continue Reading →
I thought I was better ‘til I put my fingers to the fire saw them burn but did not feel a thing -numb Featured Image: original art by Mamello Mosiana Similar Posts: decay – vapour -energy
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