sanctuary
love. loss. growth. and the art of becoming.
finding softness in chosen family — faith
as a Black woman, sisterhood is essential to our livelihood and survival. it’s what makes our days lighter. it’s what helps us raise our children. it’s what heals us. it’s community. it’s love. it’s a village of our own making, and whether that village is small or large, it’s still a village.
embracing joy through queerplatonic intimacy — kevanté ac cash
my chosen family has taught me that this joy i longed to experience through them and communing, was buried deep in my soul, and i had to do the work to uncover it, to heal the wounds that layered on top of it, and like a hand waiting at the bottom of the well to be pulled up, salvaged. they have taught me that my joy had to be salvaged, and then, at all costs, and by any means necessary, protected. even if that protection comes at the cost of upsetting biological family.
a radical proclamation: you are indeed, worthy — kamil arrington
historically, those who identify as both black and a woman have had to carry not only their burdens, but the burden of those around them. the burden of being viewed as less significant although the world itself was birthed from our womb. the burden of being torn from our own homes in exchange for a place that’s both unfamiliar and dangerous.
acknowledging your body as a home for love — mariah hicks
i know that i can never be too much woman or hold too much trauma that marks me undeserving of the wholeness of love. i know that the duality between my darkness and my light is special, that both my evenings and my mornings make me who i am. and that is a beautiful, glorious, and wondrous woman.