Fill in the blanks.
I need more ______ for my mind.
I crave more ______ for my body.I deserve more ______ for my soul.
I need more peace for my mind. I need to stop tearing myself apart every time I feel like I’ve done (or wanted or been) something wrong. I need more balance for my mind, between fighting the good fight against institutionalized racism and state-sponsored violence and taking time out to care for myself and surround myself with positive things. I need more activities for my mind — this challenge and some recent conversations have made me want to seek out more ways to substantively engage with myself and my creativities.
I have to play with the wording here, but my body craves feeling desired. Feeling wanted physically in concordance with feeling wanted emotionally helps me feel secure. I was also talking to RG about yoga last night, and I’ve been saying I want to get back into that for a while, but haven’t. I even bought a Groupon deal and watched it expire. I wonder if my body craves stretching and movement. Sometimes I don’t realize how much I’ve been wanting things until I have them.
I deserve more patience and compassion for my soul. It is hard sometimes, but I am trying. Like that quote I reblogged the other day,
being and doing good isn’t a fixed quality. It’s something you have to work at and actively choose every day, and that’s what I aim to do. I’ve gotten very comfortable recognizing that I can’t force myself to feel and do and be anything; the next step is to not feel guilty or bad about not being able to feel/do/be those things. I am quick to punish myself for actions, emotions, and reactions I find problematic. To quote something special boo shared with me the other day, “I’m still a work in progress.”
I’m tired of us trying to convince folks black people are human beings. Your liberation will not be gifted in a eloquently written op-ed in the NY Times. It will not be the top headline in a press release. It will not be written in a beautiful packaged report. It will not come from a charming, articulate savior of a man. It will always be the people liberating themselves through mass movements, fighting for their liberation because it is not just peace we want, it is justice.
—Yasmin Mohamed Yonis
(via the dopest ethiopienne)
Home for me isn’t singular but perhaps a collection of memories you gather as you make your way through life; your history, the places you become fond of and accustomed to are a home you create as you journey through. Life and identity are complex and rather than being static and rigged in their format, it is important that wherever I am, I find peace within myself.
–Tahera Bandali, Remembering Home and Moving Forward | The Body Narratives
Fucked-up people will try to tell you otherwise, but boundaries have nothing to do with whether you love someone or not. They are not judgments, punishments, or betrayals. They are a purely peaceable thing: the basic principles you identify for yourself that define the behaviors that you will tolerate from others, as well as the responses you will have to those behaviors. Boundaries teach people how to treat you, and they teach you how to respect yourself.
(via She Who Shall Not be Linked to)
My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.
(via Free Bird)
This is possibly a repost. #dontcare #alwaysrelevant