water bearer...

I remember now,

How the threads of life unravel

A time ago unwrapping blessings became difficult

But I remember a love that kept me embalmed in water

And made me a water bearer.

There were times when I wished for even a fathers shadow

Days when I yearned to be yoked to my mother.

When I swam unclear waters hoping to cleanse

And I was baptised over a hundred nights

Washing in sacred tears that made the god of my grandmother weep to her knees.

I remember how to unclench my fists

I had nestled my insecurities into my core

And forgotten I had roots

But now that i see holiness in my skin

Now that my heart has grown into its own

Days of been an island are over.

water bearer - Tapiwa Mugabe

Doll parts by Jeff Bark for Oyster 104

flowers...

The earth laughs in flowers.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

image by mady dooijes (instagram)

we let...

sometimes, we let 

our bodies 

become breeding grounds 

for saddness.

we do not see 

all the beauty 

trying to grow 

within us,

around us.

—f. gabdon

Jean-François Lepage, 1998

more than ever...

Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life,

that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

— Isabelle Eberhardt

photographed by Mathilde Agius & Jeanne-Salomé Rochat for Novembre 

reminders to be kind...

i am returning to kindness

a place where I am strong in my softness.

i will start by kissing all of my scars and washing then in rain

collecting dust from long journeys off

my feet.

the way they carry weariness from crossing rivers that should have had bridges.

I will return to build crossing paths over waters that reminded me to be kind.

— reminders to be kind - Tapiwa Mugabe

Julia Hetta

.

I woke up this morning

to tell you the sun has risen,

to say that the mornings

are still in bloom like fire 

lilies carpeting a burnt sky. 

I woke up this morning

to tell you the yellow headed

blackbirds have decorated

the pinetree outside again

and whenever they dance

they turn into the eyelets

of a large peacock tail

spread just for us. 

I woke up this morning

to say that my heart still 

feels empty but my soul 

complete like the full moon 

in a cloudless sky,

that nothing has changed 

since you’ve been gone, 

that the sun still rises 

and the trees still spread 

their wings and that my heart 

is still full of stars. 

I woke up this morning

to tell you I am healing,

that with every burnt sky

a new flower grows in its 

place, petal by petal,

to tell you that I am full

of a song I still don’t know

the words to yet but

it is coming, and one day

I will sing it for you.

— I still miss you ||  Maza-Dohta 

mady dooijes [instagram]

Floating...

Floating in a sea of daydreams and possibilities.

mitochondria

Eric Blum

It's ok….

It's ok you know,

to be carried now and then,

strength too needs a rest.

— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

1998 IG/RS, A.F. Vandevorst s|s 1999, Paris October 1998.

a wave...

Imperfect things are always—

it seems—a wave

of some wand away

from perfection.

— Jason Guriel, from “Alchemy”
Venuz White - Cosmic Love

unexpected...

You were so unexpected; like the discovery of a new planet.

— F.E. Castleberry

Paul Jung: OPUS PJW323, Study N°5012