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A love
Sought after...
He is my Sanctuary. I mean that in every sense of the word. This TUMBLR is personal.
A sanctuary is defined as a place of refuge or safety. Other terms that are synonymous to the word sanctuary include: HAVEN, OASIS, SHELTER, ASYLUM, SECURITY, and HOME. All of these terms are reminiscent of my love for him.
There is a science to our attachment, our emotional connection, our undetachable bond. Let me unpack that for a minute.
HAVEN
He is my Safe HAVEN. At my lowest moments he has proverbially re-inflated my spirits and offered me a different perspective. I can let all of my guards down with him without the fear of judgement. I am my truest authentic self with him.
OASIS
He is my oasis. Defined as a fertile spot in a desert where water is found. That’s a shout moment. Why? Because during my love drought he came in like a tsunami and drenched me in his love. I can feel his unrequited love on a visceral level.
ASYLUM/SHELTER
When you think of ASYLUM you think of mentally ill. I know but follow along so that I can dig into this use of language. Best described as an inviolable place of protection and REFUGE. At all times WE consider the emotional level of comprehension when navigating in our daily lives. Because we have this MUTUAL understanding. The level of volitivity is almost non-existent. We are not perfect though, we do have our moments where we fall short, but the individual levels of crazy are assessed and addressed collectively. In other words, we know where HOME is, and after we’ve had the opportunity to sit in our angst we regroup and fix the issue. I love your willingness to fix it when it starts to shift.
SECURITY
I feel SECURE. His daily words of affirmations are powerful. I feel like I’m 10 feet tall and can conquer the world. The security given reassures my place and presence are appreciated and celebrated. He understands my love languages and makes the conscious effort EVERYDAY to speak to me in my language, no translation needed.
So when Lauren described Nipsey as her Sanctuary I took a moment to reflect on a love as great as mine. That is a timeless love, a love that is transcendental or of the spiritual realm. My life partner is my best friend, my counselor, my referee, my twin flame, and the male accompaniment of my existence.
This was personal in nature and may go over some readers heads. But it is a part of my biography, so I hope you read it with your THIRD eye.
Today is the birthday of a real one. A real friend, a real lover, a real son, a real father and most importantly a REAL MAN. So many things could be said about this angel on earth but I’ll just say this. The world is blessed to have you. I’m blessed to love you. Thank you for living your most authentic life, unapologetically. I admire you for that. It makes me strive for that and much more. Regardless, enjoy your day. You deserve it all! I love you relentlessly. I’d follow your lead blindfolded with earmuffs.
Play as hard as you work
This past week was filled with relaxation, rejuvenatation and restoration. He pampered her (as he always does). She basked in his mere presence while gave every ounce of love she owned like as sacrificial offering. We laughed nonstop. We experienced parts of the world we’d never been...together. Our oldest even got in on the fun!!
So we’ll leave you with this...
Take the time to relax together, experience life a little. You’ll benefit from it in so many ways.
Our vision board.
Her Perspective on Masculine Toxicity
This phrase has been thrown around a lot lately. It is often times used when mentioning a stereotypical male that lacks society’s standard of emotional stability. The meme below touches on the figures, and let me add without empirical evidence, of the large percentages of a woman’s influence in the upbringing of a male throughout the course of his life. These numbers, in my opinion and based on what I’ve encountered, are fairly accurate. Now the post eludes to the fact that women are raising men to be quite frankly… soft and emotionally unstable. Why? Because there is a consistent and larger presence of women than men, and women tend have a softer demeanor and disposition. What do I think? I partially agree. There is a far larger dynamic at hand and it is more than a simple affirmative or negative. However, if I had to choose a side I would definitely say that the absence of a male while raising young males into men play a big role in the destructive behaviors and or lack of emotional stability. Why is there an absence? In the 1600’s, slave owners learned very quickly that the black household was a powerful one Led by the father. So families were dismantled to uphold power and keep families too fearful to rebel due to the promise of having a family member sold off as an immediate form of retribution by Massa. That was over 400 years ago but it was embedded in to the psyche of so many minds, it was crafted into the structural makeup of the black family. As soon as the black family began to get their feet on solid ground, they were again disrupted by the powerful forces that meant to only destroy something so grand... so royal. Let’s fast forward a bit….. As all of us found, at least those who care to know, that in the late 1970’s to early 1980’s the reduction of the patriarchal figure started to increase across the nation. It became devastatingly noticeable. A couple of influences that I came to understand as mitigating factors included the federal governments push to provide financial aid to the fatherless black families and the widespread introduction of government created, pushed, and funded drugs. If the father wasn’t strung out on drugs he was pushed away from the family because of his lack of financial resources which in turn led to the mother’s call for federal assistance. That request had stipulations that required mothers to not have a male figure around or risk being unqualified/denied for services. (Let’s not forget that without equal opportunities of education and jobs fathers weren’t able to provide but that’s a whole other topic.) I was raised in the midst of the drug epidemic. My father was strong held by the addiction to crack cocaine. As a result of this, I watched my mother raise a man…by herself. I experienced all of his children raised by single mothers. They instilled what they could, but having a vagina and a different set of hormones makes it difficult to raise another well rounded human with the opposite functions. It was done to the best of their abilities but it was apparent that something and someone was missing. As my mother states, when there is no head, the tail has nothing to follow. Side-bar…Co-parenting does not count in this conversation! There is a healthy way to do that. Had this topic been about co-parenting, where dad was invested and was a part of the growth of a well-rounded child, we wouldn’t be having this in depth dialogue. Fathers can be fathers in the physical and at a distance, it’s all in the intention and action to do so. It’s the total absence or the overall unreliable existence that I speak of and witnessed. Where was I? ..... Oh yeah, so women have a certain set of skills that God gifted them with. We were born,but not limited, to be nurturers, intuitive, empathetic, gracious, adaptable, emotionally and intellectually intelligent, communicators….need I go on. I’m biased I know! But in all seriousness we are who we are and when placed in uncomfortable positions we do what’s best for our loved ones especially our children, no matter the risk. If that means taking on the majority or all of the responsibility of a two person job…no problem...piece of cake. However, is it really a beneficial and fair scenario for the child? No, not in my opinion. Kids need both. Period. Point. Blank. When that doesn’t happen, we are left with a society filled with men who were only given half of what they required to flourish and because of that they tend to fail more times than those who were given both. Men who were raised by the women, who in turn failed them, tend to have unresolved animosity towards women. (Please Refer to: Fuck Boy Syndrome) This 9 times out of 10 leads to emotional, mental and physical mistreatment of women with whom they were made to have reverence and value for. Those mistreated women then in turn raise boys with their very own misconstrued interpretation of a man. We then apply unnecessary pressure on these young boys as we attempt to mold them into our concepts of what a man is. A woman who has a lack of respect for males raise men with a false sense of manhood because her perspective was ruined. Let’s JUST PUT IT ALL ON THE TABLE!! We as women contribute to the toxicity of our men too. I can’t place ALL the blame on the absence of fathers. Silver lining! There are strong figures that can be a wonderful stand-in for absent fathers. Let’s take Krys, my cousin, she vowed to allow her brothers to step up in absence of her children’s father in the event she was alone. Let me point out that where another man steps down, wonderful bonus fathers STEP up. But there needs to be a healthy male figure in the boy’s life to alleviate the results of masculine toxicity.
This is our next topic! Can’t wait to give my two cents (perspective)!!! What are your thoughts?
Her Perspective
Household Economics
A household is traditionally defined as a group of people who occupy a housing unit. Economics is the study of how people use resources and respond to incentives (among other things.)
Essentially, we will be offering our perspective on the ways a couple should manage their finances while living together.
Ok, so I could hit this topic from several viewpoints. Majority of them, in my opinion, are worst case scenarios based on what others have experienced in a situation they wish they would’ve evaluated deeply.
Options:
* Should you pool resources together in a separate account for the sake of bills? (He has an account, she has an account but they put an agreed upon amount into a joint account.)
*Should you each have a specific list of bills each of you pay? (She pays electric, water, gas, cable, insurance, groceries and he pays mortgage and car notes)
*Should you stream all resources together, both manage or have a primary manager? (All funds are merged into a joint account, he/she pays all of the bills directly from this account.)
So here’s my take on it.
Trust.
“Never let your left-hand know what your right hand is doing.” 😏
How many of us have heard this advice from an elder? For most of us it means look out for yourself first above all else. Always have emergency funds/resources in a secret place...just in case the relationship takes a turn. Although it came from a place of love and protection, it means that everyone, including those you are building a life with, aren’t privy to the totality of your life’s intricate details. While this advice was “free game”, it gives one the preconceived notion that there is a high risk that you’ll be deceived, so you should take cautionary steps ahead of time. 😔
I don’t know about you, but if I can’t trust you I would need to re-evaluate our entire situation. I can’t love you fully if I’m always cautious of your intent. We can’t build up to moving in together, freely sleep together, be expected to hold each other down emotionally, spiritually and physically BUT put a block on the financial parts of our lives. Nah Bruh! 😒The restrictions should be equally placed on all aspects not just some if that’s the case.
If you’re all in, that means just that! Make it work! Typically in a relationship there’s one person who is more fiscally organized so that person would make sure the bills are paid in a timely manner. Each month finances can be visited in a round table like setting and all spending habits can be evaluated and agreed upon.
All recreational purchases should have a cap and if that amount is going to be exceeded, the two would need to come to a consensus... an agreement! Communicate with your partner, if they don’t feel it’s the right time for the purchase then come up with a timeline that leads you to that wanted item. It’s practical my loves.
It’s about accountability. Set expectations, CLEAR ones, BEFORE you take the leap of living together. That’s a pretty big life change and you want to make sure the both of you are all in! If you’re not confident about it, you’re probably not ready for cohabitation. Give it some time and then revisit it. Always find out what your partner thinks of finances before. Are they fiscally responsible? Maybe you can point them in the right direction that leads to educating themselves. Boss up together and then pool your resources. Other cultures do it all the time. 🤷🏾♀️
His Perspective
" Most heavenly by far, the mystery you are. Let me sing your praises; all I can say is..... LOOK AT GOD!" - Dave Hollister
Where I was.....
A strong, compassionate, understanding and caring young man. Raised by a TRIBE of focused, POWERFUL and driven black women; I was blessed with a kind heart and a true appreciation for companionship and commitment. Always a believer that "time waits for no man" I rushed into a marriage, in half a year, just to watch it crumble. Just in time to welcome my son into this world. And like so many before me, searched for love and held onto it; for all the wrong reasons. I'd been cheated, controlled, deceived, and taken advantage of. Left with the humiliation, hurt, and anger from such traumatic events I decided to take the necessary steps to find my true happiness; and it was there all along, IT WAS ME! In a mindset of true understanding I'd come to the realization that I alone had been the instrument of my own unhappiness, by not putting my heart, mind, body and soul in an aligned position I blocked my blessings and make myself incapable of the recognition of true love! In the effort to find myself; I found happiness. Knowing my own self worth was truly the Key! Knowing that if I wanted true happiness in me, in family and in life as a whole I knew would have to prepare my mind, body and soul for such a transformation. I got in them books, (mind). I got in the gym, (body). And I discovered my spirituality.
Where I am.......
Bilal, Ms. India and brother Tank would you please help me out... like the two brothers and sister India said. My "Soul Sister"
Your "Brown Skin"
Is what truly made me "Stronger"
A perfectly painted picasso, two stars for eyes. With a lil slice of heaven between those thighs. The most beautiful part, is still your heart. Though I won't stop there; the curls in your hair, huh..... just dont know where to start. The Almighty, took pure gold when he made her soul. Then He throw a lil bit of that arctic cold, just to let a brother know..... took the pillows from His bed when he made your breast, cuz He knew I would need a place for my head to rest. Then he took finger and he traced your lips. He put that fire inside of your hips, when you walk there's a twist. Lol....
Brother Dave, say it again.
Most Heavenly by far the Mystery you are, my Queen, let me sing your praises. LOOK AT GOD!
So many have spoken on the topic of love, relationships and companionship but I think Will and Jada put it best in saying; " the love between two people can only be defined by those two people". Your love, life or relationship can't be based off of another's ideology of a thing. I stop looking for my soul mate and found my duel flame; the one not made for me but the one made from me! Like a duel flame we are one in the same. When apart we are two but still formed from one single spark. One mindset one goal!
Where I'm going.......
The goal is true enlightenment. A real understanding of the self, which is me and the self, which is HER! Since we are one in the same I strive to know my "HER" self as much as I know, revere, appreciate, respect, obey, understand and LOVE my "Me" Self. The journey is one that I am so Excited to embark upon; and one last time I say....
LOOK AT GOD!!!!
Her perspective.
“I talked to God... he must’ve felt me.” -Fab
Where I was...
My heart was in the shape of a contortionist. I’d faced so much turmoil, heartache, disloyalty and so many outside forces weighing me down. I walked down the aisle after promising “I Do” to God and a man whom I believed the universe had aligned me with. Every single guarantee ...breached within 365 days. But my mom never raised a quitter. Like many women in my position I realized that I’d misinterpreted the many lessons of the matriarchal figures in my life. I kept watering a plant that was dead thinking I held the key to its reincarnation. By the time I realized what I’d done or neglected to do, the damage was insurmountable. I had physical and emotional changes occur. The marriage was over, I was alone, I’d put on over 40 lbs of added weight, I didn’t want to go into public, I started suffering from anxiety and I detached from those who really cared for me. I was trapped in my own head. I’d given myself a complex.
After going through the healthy stages of grief, I decided to pick myself up and get myself on the right track. I promised myself that I’d find ME and never allow ME to drift into the realm of the bottomless chasm of disparity again. I changed my routine, I changed my diet, and most importantly, I changed my mindset.
I decided to secure the bag. It had been within my reach the entire time. It was me!
I started living for myself. I took the necessary steps to find my happiness. My cup was finally full! I was finally hydrated after being in a dehydrated situation with nothing in my cup but broken promises and false assurances. It was the best feeling in the world.
After I loved and deepened the bond with myself, I decided to finally open the door to the many possibilities of love. The love that I vowed to never give up on...
Where I am now....
Alexa....Play “That’s the Way Love Goes”
Like a Moth to a flame, burned by the fire 🎶
My love is blind can’t you see my desire. 🎵
Groove with me for a moment. Lol!
Close your eyes and paint this picture with me. (After you read this of course).
Almond butter toned skin,
captivating brown eyes,
towers you like a maple tree (that you’d want to climb😉),
perfectly aligned beard,
luscious lips,
AND
THE 👏🏾 MOST 👏🏾 AMAZING👏🏾 SMILE.
Good GOD! Won’t he do it!
Now slather on the confidence, charm, wit, intellect, pragmatism and will. Stir in the consciousness, militant, and defiant stance to the systemic oppression of our black brothers and sisters. Sprinkle in the generosity, patience, optimism, respect and throw in chunks of communication.
Now let it cool with the sweet aroma of Love wafting in the air.
Can you smell that!
He’s absolutely yummy in every aspect.
A doting father and staunch protector. What can I say, he’s the definition of a man and I’ll choose him over and over again in each lifetime.
How did I come to know of such a man?
He found me in the sea 😛. What can I say, our destinies had impeccable timing. He stakes his claim DAILY and makes all of his intentions clear! I’m reminded on my beauty, of my intelligence, my parental skills and of my impact on society every. single. day. He has without a doubt secured the bag!
Remember the scene from Waiting to Exhale when Loretta exhaled? Yup, that is me. But I get to exhale on a regular basis.
Where I’m going
At every opportunity I get I’m going to unravel a new layer of this man. I plan to live in unison with him in hopes that we both continue to shed parts of our former selves in order for our souls to grow and flourish collectively.
I hope you have your space boots because we’re headed past the moon.
“She touched my soul before I knew I had one..”
-HIM
“He touched my soul long before I knew what his hands felt like...”
Nikki Rowe