“I am fearful to reveal myself. In bite size pieces my madness may be alluring, interesting, curious. but what will you do when i sing it out in prose? when I tell you, really, where I am in this world? If I invite you into my home, will you notice the altars? what do the books I carry reveal about my psyche?” Damn, Raya! That is some good, deeply resonant writing 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽
This is such a beautiful introduction to your work! I resonate really deeply with the fear that comes along with practicing vulnerability in public. Excited to support and bear witness as you continue moving toward and practicing within your zone of desire ❤️
I am in LOVE! This feels like a hayfever dream interwoven with the intimacy of fears and desires, like peering into my own journal, writing with the abundant truth I often wish I had the courage to write with. I still find myself writing in my own pages as if someone is reading! This resonates and feels free of the white gaze that frightens me most.
"practice starting, practice sharing, practice inquiry, practice being in public, practice making home" ahhhhh the way you're weaving the possibilities embedded inside the intimacy of home and the healing necessity of collective grief! home as a container for grief work. so brilliant. yes! yes! yes! spaces designed for our death will always feel maddening. may we continue to have the strength to create new ones. 🏡🕯️🖤
“I am fearful to reveal myself. In bite size pieces my madness may be alluring, interesting, curious. but what will you do when i sing it out in prose? when I tell you, really, where I am in this world? If I invite you into my home, will you notice the altars? what do the books I carry reveal about my psyche?” Damn, Raya! That is some good, deeply resonant writing 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽
that part hit me too! 😮💨
This is such a beautiful introduction to your work! I resonate really deeply with the fear that comes along with practicing vulnerability in public. Excited to support and bear witness as you continue moving toward and practicing within your zone of desire ❤️
I am in LOVE! This feels like a hayfever dream interwoven with the intimacy of fears and desires, like peering into my own journal, writing with the abundant truth I often wish I had the courage to write with. I still find myself writing in my own pages as if someone is reading! This resonates and feels free of the white gaze that frightens me most.
"practice starting, practice sharing, practice inquiry, practice being in public, practice making home" ahhhhh the way you're weaving the possibilities embedded inside the intimacy of home and the healing necessity of collective grief! home as a container for grief work. so brilliant. yes! yes! yes! spaces designed for our death will always feel maddening. may we continue to have the strength to create new ones. 🏡🕯️🖤