…It’s about life. It goes in a circle. Woman. Man. Woman and Man. Children.
Being a grown woman is speaking your wisdom. Allowing your experiences to help and teach others. Being a grown woman is owning your vulnerability as strength. -K.E.M
I feel more driven to do my best when I’m also pushing and encouraging those who are in my life
“…it’s those people who get involved in community activity, because they understand the need. Not everybody has to feel it, you just understand it. …You’d be surprised what little it takes to start a movement. And the kind of human being I want to be, is if I see an injustice, if it’s in my power […]
I’m in a space on my path where I’m solely interested in surrounding myself with people who want to journey with me. I don’t need to chase anyone. I have nothing to prove and no need to posture myself as good enough because I AM good enough. I find partnership in any form simply fascinating […]
I may not be where I want to be in my womanhood, but I come to accept, I am a woman. I’m responsible for my wellbeing, with or without approval. Knowing that I’m constantly changing, growing into my vision. Acknowledging my power, and being able to say ‘you will respect me, and if you don’t, […]
In this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs; flesh that dances on bare feet in grass. Love it. Love it hard. Yonder they do not love your flesh. They despise it. They don’t love your eyes; they’d just as soon pick em out. No more do they love the skin on your back. Yonder they flay it. And O my people they do not love your hands. Those they only use, tie, bind, chop off and leave empty. Love your hands! Love them. Raise them up and kiss them. Touch others with them, pat them together, stroke them on your face ’cause they don’t love that either. You got to love it, you! And no, they ain’t in love with your mouth. Yonder, out there, they will see it broken and break it again. What you say out of it they will not heed. What you scream from it they do not hear. What you put into it to nourish your body they will snatch away and give you leavins instead. No, they don’t love your mouth. You got to love it. This is flesh I’m talking about here. Flesh that needs to be loved. Feet that need to rest and to dance; backs that need support; shoulders that need arms, strong arms I’m telling you. And O my people, out yonder, hear me, they do not love your neck unnoosed and straight. So love your neck; put a hand on it, grace it, stroke it and hold it up. and all your inside parts that they’d just as soon slop for hogs, you got to love them. The dark, dark liver–love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.
-Baby Suggs( Beloved, Toni Morrison)