They say to write about what we know.
I know love.
I own love.
I give love.
So, “write about love,” I think.
The love I know is raw.
Unfiltered by rationale,
held together by imperfect people
who are okay with being imperfect
The love I know is platonic.
A word that doesn’t do this love any sort of
because it always holds me together,
lifts me up,
is the love I take most for granted.
The love I know is familial.
The longest relationship I’ve ever known,
transcending bodies and time and borders.
The love I know is strength.
bounces off walls I try to contain them in.
The love I know is changing.
Quiet on some days
and loud on others;
whispers in gratitude and shouts out its joy.
The love I know is a love I haven’t found yet–
is waiting in a bookstore or a coffeeshop
or a computer screen.
is patient, because it’s what I lack.
is used to being put on hold,
because it knows I have a lot of love
The love I know is our friendship,
is living a life I never planned for;
is life itself;
is me figuring it out
over and over again.
I skipped a week. I know. I know. I’m beating myself up over it, but life happens.
I’m back though, and this week I didn’t compile a playlist. SHOCK GASP AWE HORROR.
I know. I know.
But, I felt that for this week, I would just let an entire album speak for itself. Tonight I’m seeing the wondrous and soulfully talented Jamila Woods. I AM SO EXCITED.
But beyond that, I am ready and albeit a little scared to enter into a world where her music will wash over me and really get me to dig deep & feel things. Like, real emotions, feeling. That’s what her album has done for me ever since I heard it a couple months ago. And to get ready to see her live, I revisited it all this week.
Normally when I prep for a concert (my friends know I have to know all the songs and sing along during the show, or else I’ll feel weird), the goal is just to memorize the lyrics to most of the tracks. Yet with this, it wasn’t really just a memorization of lyrics, but a living through of them. I don’t know if that makes sense. But all I know is that I almost had to pull over yesterday while driving and listening to Lonely Lonely. And if a song makes me teary-eyed and think about my life in a different way and reflect on the things I’ve seen and been through…that’s a damn good song, and even more, a damn good songwriter & singer.
So dear pups, I’m leaving you with the gift of her album this week. You can also download it for free from the link. Trust me. Do it. It sets your soul aflame. Take a minute and be okay with being uncomfortable with your feelings and being *omgwhat* vulnerable. It’s okay. You’ll get through it. Just don’t cry while driving–it ain’t safe.
with love & good feelings,
Oh, hey there! TunesDay is back.
It’s been a minute. But, I’m back and feeling…more focused.
It’s strange. With the horrible things happening all over the world, and especially in the US, I’ve gained an incredible amount of clarity, with a smattering of hopelessness that subsided after a couple of days.
I have had great conversations with thoughtful and insightful people from all walks of life, and I am incredibly appreciative of how people are willing to give their time to just talk, with no pretense or no foreseen benefits for themselves.
Today, I am thankful–for you and for every person who challenges themselves and the people around them to truly think. I am grateful that we are who we are because of our experiences and each person I have met (and/or reconnected with) over the past month in Costa Rica and back home in California, has had experiences that blow mine out of the water. And still, we come together and share and just…be. And that is such a beautiful thing to me.
I’m not going to blame my emotionality on my menstrual cycle, but it definitely might have something to do with it. Regardless, I love you and I like you and I am always, always wishing you peace and happiness. May you find whatever it is that you need to keep on going in this world.
Background image from Julia Contacessi for Design Love Fest.