Self Honesty

Where Grief Finds Me

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A close-up of a Black woman’s torso glowing with deep red and molten orange light. Fiery tendrils swirl across her stomach, curling like smoke and flame moving under the skin. The navel glows like an opening to something powerful inside. The image captures the emotional heat that rises through the solar plexus and sacral — grief, memory, desire, and truth living in the center of the body.

Where Grief Finds me Written in real-time as grief moves through my body Grief finds me in the places I can’t ignore. It moves through my solar plexus as heat and sits in the old memories in my sacral. Some days it settles in my right hip like a weight I’ve carried alone for years. … Read more

When the Eruption Comes

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When the Eruption Comes from the truth that lives beneath my calm It starts as an explosion inside me, something sudden and undeniable. Rage rises before I can prepare myself. This rage feels ancient, like it has been waiting for the moment I finally stop holding it in place. It pushes up from the pressure … Read more