The Softness

I just got to spend time with my Mama and I’m in my soft space because I was able to be mindful and observe our time together and see how much we’ve grown and learned to see each other as human beings and grown women. It was a beautiful thing. My mama, who struggles with vulnerability, shared her dreams with me today. We gave her dreams space, spoke life into them, and released them into the future. Something I’ve asked her to do for mine. I’m in a soft space because we communicated without any armor and it was beautiful. Even if it was just for a moment.

After hanging out with her I came home, took a quarter cookie, and went for a nap. My dreams were wavy and I woke up hugging myself. This made me think two things: I deeply love myself and miss getting spooned by a man that I love/ like a lottt. Both can be true at the same time.

I pre-ordered my favorite pizza since I had been thinking about it all weekend. Yes, I’m ruled by food.

When I’m high and soft I am inspired. Everything in my mind bubbles. The creativity, the stories, the words. Inspiration that looks rusted red, and gold, and burnt orange. It sounds like jazz, like neo soul, like r&b. Like Greentea Peng, Symphani Soto and John Glacier. The inspiration is black. It is fully melanated. It is peace and joy and laughter. I run to my journal or computer to capture the words as they flow. But also try not to do too much or get distracted because I don’t want to lose the moment. I don’t want to lose the feeling or the vibe. I hope that you can be inspired daily, weekly, monthly. Because the space of inspiration is love.