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“The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love—whether we call it friendship or family or romance—is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light.” —James Baldwin, Nothing Personal
All loves aren’t created equal. Some spring from the earth and wrap around and twine through our souls like vines. Some are plants that start with tiny seeds in your heart and blossom over time, nurtured by years and commitment.
Hendrix: And my child-free, man-free ass can come, too. We’ll be there. Just say the word.
There aren’t enough sonnets for friendship. Not enough songs for the kind of love not born of blood or body but of time and care. They are the ones we choose to
laugh and cry and live with. When lovers come and go, friends are the ones who remain. We are each other’s constants.
Something about the shards of glass on the floor feels right. Feels like the way I am inside. Large, sharp pieces of myself on the floor beyond repair. I need more glass.
“I am out with lanterns looking for myself.” —Emily Dickinson, personal correspondence
“I’ve come to realize that a woman who wants
more and realizes she deserves it is a dangerous thing.”
How do you fix something that doesn’t feel broken?
When are we ever done working on ourselves? I believe wholeness is not a destination, but a lifetime process. Something that instead of waiting for, you could be living for.”
There are so many ways to break a woman’s heart. Her children. Her lover. Her body when it betrays her. Life is clever that way, devising plans for our demise from the moment we’re born. Death by a million heartbreaks, a thousand regrets, a hundred goodbyes.
I am the love of my life. I have learned to
love myself without judgment or condition. It’s the only way I have enough love for everyone who needs it—to love myself. No one can love me like I do. No one knows me like I know myself.
what the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.
When we have hard times, huge changes that seem to be the end of the world as we know it, it’s actually an incubator for metamorphosis. For a new beginning.
Life is always gonna be complicated, but the good stuff is worth fighting for.
At every turn this man demonstrates his care, his interest, his need to know and understand who I am. I’m seen in a way I’ve never been seen.
I nedd this in my life. Where is my real life Judah Cross?
Judah is a gift that’s been fashioned especially for me.
Dear God have you created a real life gift especially made for me like Judah Cross in this fictional novel?
“I fall in love with myself and I want someone to share it with me.” —Eartha Kitt, iconic actress
Nothing in my mother’s diaries, nothing I read in bell hooks’s musings, could have prepared me for this man. For this astonishment of care and joy and grace.
I now realize you can risk loving completely when you completely love yourself.
Even if your heart is broken, it doesn’t mean you will break.
I suffered a betrayal so devastating it could have hardened me, could have taught me to withhold my heart. Instead, I have learned to save my heart for one worthy of it.
