I. She is mighty to save. Her arms are at least half hanging skin from carrying, birthing, mourning souls. Souls are heavy. Bodies are heavy, even of tiny children. Her love has gravity. It will root us when we root for our Mother’s milk. II. You are not always what I want. You are not what I think I need either. I am speaking to myself, but also to you. III. Help me accept you in the ways you show up for me. Help me accept you in texts, blue bubbles, and people trying their best. Last night, I told […]
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