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@qwestleon
how’d you find your therapist?
i found her through my insurance. we come from the same kind of background which was cool it made feel safe opening up
Worked on a string section tonight.
It sounded like my feelings finally found a place to go.
everything I’ve been holding in…
I love music too much for how honest it makes me.
yesterday my therapist said sometimes i really am the problem.
not as judgment just as fact sitting there calm unbothered like it didn’t need my agreement to be true
she said most people spend their lives softening themselves in their own memory… rewriting what hurt so they can keep living inside it.
i don’t really know how to do that.
i usually recognize myself in the silence. in the distance i called protection. in the ego that showed up before love could speak.
she said honesty like that will carry me forward, if i let it.
i’ve been thinking about how strange it is
to become someone who can look at themselves clearly
and not look away.
not innocence.
just truth.
and the willingness to stay with it.
Happy Mother’s Day to the living poetry that is my mother To the woman who made softness feel like strength thank you for being my first home, my first prayer, and my first understanding of unconditional love.
You carried me with a grace this world could never dim, turning struggle into song, survival into something beautiful.
If there is light in me, it is because you kept it burning.
If there is love in me, it is because you first made it real.
I am me because you are you.
more prayers less pride
been loving the version of me I avoid
i kept leaving God kept staying
my children will have great taste in music and design
leaning into the fear of the unknown and all the glory and power i know exist within god and the universe’s grace.
The Mother of it all, Sister Rosetta Tharpe!
'His eye is on the sparrow' 1960
Via bluesincolour
proud of everyone who’s black and chasing their dreams.