This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing this and being this open and vulnerable with your readers. At the time I was trying to avoid any and all reminders of that day because of my own heartache, so I couldn't bring myself to read something reflective of the day, or of the theme of love. But now, nearly 2 months later, your words resonate so deeply with me and moved me to tears... not of sadness, but of knowing... Knowing what you say is true. 🫀
I really enjoyed this piece, especially your reflections at the end about chronic illness. The way CI forces and reframes your relationship with time is a bit frightening and sobering - of how little we have and get to use just like you said. I am also a fellow succumb to the rest and not a power through girl. I smiled at your comment about the guilt because I know it only too well. How can resting because your body demands it feel so guilty? And yet it always does! God bless the power through types around us that can balance it out and make delicious food 🖤
This was wonderful to read. I was saying in my mind this morning that I want to come across and fall in love with the words of Black writers on substack and here it is, happening!
Beautifully written. That mirror shows us some inner flaws we definitely don’t see. Oh when my mirror speaks I am enthralled and a bit nervous at the audacity of love that shows back and I realize, oh shit. That’s love.
Thank you thank you thank you! As always! The love you share through writing; that I’m blessed enough to receive in person, is such a gift. Honored to love you!
I loved reading this treasure - thank you. Sending you love and healing blessings. My valentine's day was simple and sweet, with a love who reinforces my worth and glory all the time, and esp appreciated on the days and moments when I cannot and am drowning in shame and not enoughness (born from external mysgogny, ableism, anti-fat bias, and my trauma wounds). We made steaks and roasted potatoes and carrots, postponed a fire because we were too tired (to look forward to this weekend) and gave each other sweet small gestures to mark the day and each other and us.
“ By being in love, I have come to comprehend the complexities of my frailty, the contorts of my cowardice, the rapture of my beauty, my patience, and my power to witness and been seen.”
This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing this and being this open and vulnerable with your readers. At the time I was trying to avoid any and all reminders of that day because of my own heartache, so I couldn't bring myself to read something reflective of the day, or of the theme of love. But now, nearly 2 months later, your words resonate so deeply with me and moved me to tears... not of sadness, but of knowing... Knowing what you say is true. 🫀
I really enjoyed this piece, especially your reflections at the end about chronic illness. The way CI forces and reframes your relationship with time is a bit frightening and sobering - of how little we have and get to use just like you said. I am also a fellow succumb to the rest and not a power through girl. I smiled at your comment about the guilt because I know it only too well. How can resting because your body demands it feel so guilty? And yet it always does! God bless the power through types around us that can balance it out and make delicious food 🖤
This was wonderful to read. I was saying in my mind this morning that I want to come across and fall in love with the words of Black writers on substack and here it is, happening!
Loved this so much
This was so sweet. I teared up a bit. Thank you for sharing. It strengthens my faith that beautiful, safe, and queer love is possible 💜
Thank you for sharing your words. Felt every last one of them. Spent my Vday loving on my loves & doing crafts. Sending love to you & yours 🖤✨
Beautifully written. That mirror shows us some inner flaws we definitely don’t see. Oh when my mirror speaks I am enthralled and a bit nervous at the audacity of love that shows back and I realize, oh shit. That’s love.
Thank you thank you thank you! As always! The love you share through writing; that I’m blessed enough to receive in person, is such a gift. Honored to love you!
Wowowow!! All of the feels. Thank you for your art.
Sending healing vibes. I spent Valentine's Day caring for my little one, also under the weather. Besos!
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Wise and beautiful.
I loved reading this treasure - thank you. Sending you love and healing blessings. My valentine's day was simple and sweet, with a love who reinforces my worth and glory all the time, and esp appreciated on the days and moments when I cannot and am drowning in shame and not enoughness (born from external mysgogny, ableism, anti-fat bias, and my trauma wounds). We made steaks and roasted potatoes and carrots, postponed a fire because we were too tired (to look forward to this weekend) and gave each other sweet small gestures to mark the day and each other and us.
WOW. Thank you. Beautiful thoughts and gorgeous piece of writing ♡♡♡ Please keep feeling better. Sending love!
“ By being in love, I have come to comprehend the complexities of my frailty, the contorts of my cowardice, the rapture of my beauty, my patience, and my power to witness and been seen.”
Perfectly described 💕