#finding me

[thepowerofblackwomen]

VIOLA DAVIS IS EGOT 

[brandi-the-fine-girl]

Viola Davis getting snubbed by the Oscars, only to get her revenge almost 2 weeks later by achieving EGOT status is iconic queen behavior.

[mycollectioncloud]

My Body, My Mind.

Sitting in a moment of relaxation My mind is quiet Body is warm Covered in the lightest layer of sweat

A nice pocket of air Envelopes my body And my mind rejoices In a quiet and subtle manner

With the body going From warm to perfectly cool Seems to light flame within me Making me feel alive

More than I have felt In the longest time For so long I was lost but now In this moment

I feel the most whole I have felt For the longest time As I've reconnected With a long lost friend

[professionalintrovert]

Memories are immortal. They’re deathless and precise. They have the power of giving you joy and perspective in hard times. Or, they can strangle you. Define you in a way that’s based more in other people’s tucked-up perceptions than truth.

Viola Davis, Finding Me 📖🌞🌳

IG: jeffreyreads

[tranquilbecoming]

Flicker

A shiver in the stillness,

Like fire that won't catch,

You’re the edge of a whisper

I could never quite grasp.

Waves fold into darkness,

Sighs the night never claims,

A dance of silent embers,

That quietly speaks my name.

But there, in the flicker,

A truth freshly known,

The heat that pulls me closer,

Is the burning flame openly being shown.

[midnitetears]

P.O.M (Peace Of Mind) #132

In the chaos of my mind, a storm brews wild,

Seeking peace from you, my heart defiled.

Words spill out, thoughts scattered, a desperate plea,

But your response leaves me adrift, lost at sea.

Yearning for solace, a gentle touch to calm the storm,

Instead, met with silence, emotions left to swarm.

With a heavy heart, I realize the truth unfurled,

The peace I seek from you, must come from my own world.

Alone in the darkness, I search for inner light,

Trying to mend the fragments, piece by piece, night by night.

Self-reliant, self-soothing, a balm for the restless soul,

Finding bits of peace and quiet, finally feeling whole.

Though the ache remains, a longing unfulfilled,

I gather strength within, my spirit stilled.

Embracing the journey of self-discovery, I find,

Peace of mind may elude, but within myself, it's defined.

Yours Faithfully🌻

[asteroidgalore]

Hecate (Asteroid 100) is who witnessed and helps Ceres (1)/Demeter(1108) look for her daughter Persephone (399)/Idunna (176)/Prosperina (26) using her two flaming brilliant torches throughout the night without avail.

One version of the Triple Moon Goddess is Hecate, Ceres and Persephrone/Kora.

[aisling-writes]

16. You're... Leaving

Time remaining: One week

“So, are you ready to go?”

You give a sheepish laughter and shrug, quickly looking elsewhere. The white chairs, the grey ceilings and the holy altar. Perhaps if they see that you’re distracted, they’ll get distracted too.

Eureka! It works.

The Aunty, clad in a heavy chiffon salwar- kameez, ruffles your hair and talks to the next, her long black hair swishing with her every dancing step.

You’ve evaded her and she’s forgotten you. But at what cost? To what extent?

A huge bubble of emotion threatens to spill, but you push it back inside and lock it under key. Not now, not yet. You’ll deal with it later.

Besides, you’ve always had a penchant for procrastination. If you can keep away from assignments and messy rooms, so can emotions wait.

Yes, later.

That sounds nice.

Time remaining: six days

“We have to meet up, man. You’re leaving in six days!”

Right.

Six days.

“Guys, think positively. Six whole days!” You exclaim. “That’s a whole lot of time!”

Your friends eye you suspiciously, as if they don’t believe you.

A small part of you agrees with their look.

Do you truly believe in that?

Right. No. Stuff the emotion back in. Deep inside.

Fake the happiness until it becomes real.

You pull them back inside, the whoosh of the door closing around you encloses you in a hug. A small thought threatens to pop up: This is probably the last time you’d be able to come to this store.

Stuff. It. Inside. Already.

You, instead choose to open the chips packet, the vinegar and salt smell overloading your senses.

See? This is good.

Denial works.

Time remaining: Five days.

“Chechi, I just have five more days left for camp! I’m so excited!”

You smile, genuinely happy for your sister and the fun that awaits her until your neurons fire up and make the connection.

Something bad unfurls in your stomach: A feeling that you’ve not yet experienced or heard of. It’s not jealousy, but a cousin of his perhaps?

You’re leaving for college the next day after your sister’s camp.

The camp she awaits  means it’s time for you to pack your bags and leave.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

You’re … leaving.

The something-feeling settles in your stomach, taking route.

Nope, Nope, Nope.

Get out already!

Divert.

“So Malu, what are your camp plans?,” you ask, waiting to hear her babble of talk that soothes you.

She spills out her words and it runs all around you,

You’re just not sure if you can handle your awaiting spill of emotions anymore.

Time remaining: Four days

Last night was a bust.

Your parents sentenced you back to your room again.

You’ve been sleeping with them for the past two days lying that you’re afraid of the ‘ghost’. Of course, the first day it was genuinely true. You felt like you’d never make it till sunrise and that a lady dressed in white with choppy hair truly awaited you outside your door, but the other two days were a lie.

You realized that you liked sleeping with them because…

You’re…

Leaving.

But that was the end of that thought. You didn’t let it go anywhere.

Instead, you happily slept under the comfort of the weighted blanket and the cold icy A/C air. Like old times. I’m still a kid again.

Until yesterday.

Dada’s backpains were kicking in and he needed a full bed back to himself so, logically, you were out.

You could swear that dada saw the disappointment in your eyes, but you just acted all nonchalant.

Because… ghost problem over, right?

Right.

Then why were your pillows wet the next day morning?

Time remaining: Three days

“You don’t want you brother to be there when you’re entering college the first time?”

What you really wanted to ask was ‘Please tell me it’s not only me who’s being overly emotional’.

“Nope. Let him suffer with his exams.” The girl with the long hair, your friend, answers. She has a cheeky twinkle in her eye, and you’re supposed to share the joke with her but, everything feels like a façade now.

You’ve been lying for too long, anyway.

To others.

To your friends.

To yourself.

What’s one more?

“Ha HA. I know right? Let my sister also suffer. Anyway, she’ll come to visit me in a month anyway!” The lie tumbles out easily.

The moment had so much potential. You finally could’ve spoken to someone, but-

No.

Time remaining: Two days

“I’m skipping the meeting tomorrow. My daughter’s leaving for college in two days, so I want to spend that time with her.” Your mother cuts the call and un-pauses the television. The show goes on and the moment of silence passes.

Two days.

You didn’t realize how fast time flies.

It feels just like yesterday when your examinations were over, and you were promised a sweet, blissful month of doing absolutely nothing.

Where did that go?

In fact, you’re angry now. A week full of choking back your feelings left no other vent other than anger. That seemed like the only feeling that was permitted without you exposing your weakness? (Who are you exposing it to? And what weakness?)

Where did that free month go?!

Time remaining: One day

A flurry of emotions.

Denial.

Stuff it back just like how you’re stuffing the bag with clothes and necessities.

You’re leaving.

The instructions.

“Call your grandma’s every day, okay?”

“I’m not a kid, you know Mama?” You laugh.

You’re leaving.

It’s evening.

 The sun has set and the yellow lights you absolutely hate (I think I love them now) illuminate the room.

An actor on the telly stabs the villain. Yay.

You’re leaving.

“How’s the food?”, Mama asks.

You wish to say it’s the best thing you’ve ever eaten but no. Lie. Lie through your teeth. “Eh, it’s fine.”

“Ha ha. You’re gonna wish you had this in your hostel.”

You’re leaving.

The clock chimes 10.

You’ve to sleep early to board the flight tomorrow.

You still have 8 more hours left. That’s a whole lot of time.

You’re leaving.

 You’re in your room, staring at the ceiling.

No ghost plagues you but only your feelings do.

It’s time.

Slowly, you let open the dam.

The unsaid words are whispered as a prayer. Your tears are your holy words.

 It rushes out.

 It threatens to spill, to pour, to ravage you.

You don’t know who you are without your family, your friends, your home, your church.

And you’re leaving them.

You’re leaving.

No.

No more denial.

You’re leaving.

Time remaining: Zero days

“This is the boarding call for Emirates flight EK563 travelling from Dubai to Bangalore.”

Part 16 of Finding Me

[thepowerofblackwomen]

Who’s your avatar picture of?

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[bloodmaarked]

➸ reading list

just added:

the manicurist's daughter, susan lieu

all in her head, elizabeth comen

the age of magical overthinking: notes on modern irrationality, amanda montell

the black girl survives in this one, desiree s. evans + saraciea j. fennell

the house of broken bricks, fiona williams

and so i roar, abi daré

finding me, viola davis

that peckham boy, kenny imafidon

butter, asako yuzuki

pachinko, min jin lee

[sseditorialmagazine]

Viola Davis walks out to a standing ovation for her historic Grammy win 🏆

[thoughtfulfangirling]

"We 'felt it was more important to tell the story than take the money.' I disagree. We would have taken the money. Being honorable is fantasy; survival, and how it brings out our nature, is human."

— Finding Me by Viola Davis

[thespiritpixie]

I feel like an idea of someone, rather than the person that I am.

Every day I am finding who they are.

[socialbutterfly19]

Clear mind and recharging Get to focusing on you!!!

[kens-thingss]

“Tell them I was the warmest place you knew before you turned me cold”