Self-Love For Girls 🤹♀️🤸🏽♀️
Girl, love yourself though it be hard.
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Talking About Love With You
You tell me this is what it means to loveYou say that is love, this is lovingYou point me to poetryas a dictionary for the love languageAnd therapy terminologyto dissect this feeling These my friend,are conversations about love,Not love itself(And note, that I call you ‘friend’,not ‘my love’)Because I’ve read…
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Meditations From 2021
It got harder and harder to write in the end of 2021 as feelings drowned me. But I managed to grab a few words & held onto them like my last hope. I just wasn’t able to be my more industrious self & blog them. Maybe I let that side…
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Last Mile Hope
The most uncomfortable thing about the pandemic has been living with Fearful Me. It knows no hope.
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Following The Star In 2021
My 2021 Christmas post talks to ghosts of my Christmases past and right into a silent future under a star.
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I See Hope Silently
Let the waves comeLet the winds blowLet me be soaked, burnt, frozenTrampled by every manner of foe Let the shouts riseLet the voices echoLet there be slogans, insults, criesAnd words that land like blows I will melt, I will breakI will drown, I will searI will bear every wound &…
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A Peach For Breakfast
An old post for a new prompt uncovered the purity of my emotion & unabashed sensuality before I met moral policing. But I still like a good peach.
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Hope Grows In My Garden 🌱
I’ve been a plant parent for 12 years. I started with a sprig of ajwain stuck in a pot & it grew & grew. Some of you adopted its babies in little pots & they grow with proud fortitude in your homes. Over the years, I added herbs (kadi-patta, pudina,…
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Ghosts Over Tea
GHOSTS OVER TEA – a poem
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Better Days: Growing Hope In The Wasteland Of 2021
The pandemic changed all of us. For me, it shifted the way I thought about hope. Inspired by a Clubhouse room theme set by Tareque Laskar – Better Days.
