Ay planet Mars, see how my heart softens just beneath the breast bone? How my breaths have grown deeper? Feel all the love shining through my skin and hair? How my curves and lines take their time? How choosy the pose? How that pink vintage held my breasts longer than any suitors? How vulnerable is watching cause vulnerable is me? How I manifest what I need and it shows me kindness? How vivid the dreams. Root healer. Won’t she do it? A healing taking place.
Ancestors, we are winning despite how things may appear or feel. That our disappointments must be the source of our inspiration. That our lives are not defined by the problems we face.
Still I can smell the cesspool. All this really stinks. Thick air. Children in cages. Women groomed as little girls to never tell. Holding her brothers box of ashes with bare hands. White folk moving into the only hoods our black skin ever touched.
No time. No space for us to grasp or grip or grieve, yet we breathe, we hold you in high regard. Always. We know your truth leads our way. Rest in love and light to all those that have surrendered their breath. Thank you for this bit of peace you left behind.
This mercury in retrograde is happening during eclipse season y’all through the end of July. A thought, go slow, go inward. Align all your faculties with matters of the heart. Maintain healthy boundaries. Be your truth!
Take a breath. Life is beautiful. The weeds, flowers, sunshine, our perfect hearts. The sensation of skin touching. Fresh and supple and together. Deep. Slow sex in the morning. Footsies. These are just moments. And in-betweens. And I just want to never stop loving like my life depends on because well my life does depend on it.