This is a complicated day. That goes without saying. It’s not a holiday to be celebrated, but rather, a time where family feels like less of an obligation and more of a time of healing and unconditional love. Or at least, that’s what it should be. It’s hard.
I’ve been thinking a lot about events that have occurred in the last few weeks – between death, destruction, disaster, but also sweetness and softness and allowing myself to be vulnerable in the best ways. It seems like everywhere I look around, we are experiencing loss, both literal and metaphorical. It is heavy, eerie even, but it is also grounding. Grounding to know that we are still holding each other amidst pain. Amidst the traumas that ail us. But we are transforming. Regenerating.
I am thankful for the transformative powers of my family, both blood and chosen – not for our resilience, but of the ways that we change and grow together. I am thankful for my ancestors, my mothers, our hands, our hearts.
wow good thing i didn’t recklessly buy a ticket to see lauryn hill tonight because that shit got rescheduled. now, someone buy me a ticket to see her at the count basie theatre in december because that’s more special. like, that show is in new jersey, and she’s from new jersey, and so am i, and maybe i will get a vip pass so i can meet her and cry for days and days and days.
edit: i broke down and bought myself a ticket. cheers.
• thinking about lauryn hill and crying
• thinking about seeing lauryn hill and crying
• thinking about how much money it costs to see lauryn hill and crying
• thinking about not seeing lauryn hill and crying
aka someone buy me tickets to see lauryn hill please