The things that remind me of myself: writing, art, dressing up in ways that come close to reflecting my insides, warm bread and tea, sitting in water, dancing, eye closed to my afrohouse playlist.
“That it could be a way back to myself, instead of a courtroom where I interrogate the past.” i’ve been dissolving the courtroom in my mind too. Thanks for writing and sharing all this. I believe the body keeps (and not just the score), remembers and knows too. 🤎
The things that remind me of myself: writing, art, dressing up in ways that come close to reflecting my insides, warm bread and tea, sitting in water, dancing, eye closed to my afrohouse playlist.
This was lovely to read and felt aligned for me. Wrote about this returning to self in my limbo between desire and contentment. Here’s a link if you want to read it. https://open.substack.com/pub/mariamsule/p/caught-between-desire-and-contentment?r=1zwuf
“That it could be a way back to myself, instead of a courtroom where I interrogate the past.” i’ve been dissolving the courtroom in my mind too. Thanks for writing and sharing all this. I believe the body keeps (and not just the score), remembers and knows too. 🤎
this is so earnest and so tender
Godddd this punches.
"That memory could be devotional. That it could be a way back to myself, instead of a courtroom where I interrogate the past."
Whewww! Thank you for this. THANK YOU.
This is so beautifully written, and felt.
This is eerily apt, but comforting to know some of our battles are shared unbeknownst to us♥️🫂