and you will always find me seeking, pursuing, and wanting that beautiful place- where my wild heart lies free there are gentle echoes of debussy a warm breeze that cushions my feet and a bright sky that illuminates with such veracity I am unable to see past the light but I am not afraid I... Continue Reading →
of the magic of self love and solitude
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 →
on the balance of light and darkness
of healing and overcoming
of healing
a second lament of conformity
of smouldering fires
Self love is unlearning the centuries old myths of black undesirability, Unlearning self-hatred Self-love is Sara-Baartma
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