Letting Fear Fall Away

On pleasure, release, and renewal

I’ve been reflecting a lot on pleasure and joy as of late.

In the ways it finds us when we are not even certain of what we are seeking

And in the ways we yearn when in lack.

There has been a fervent reconnection to pleasure for me in these past few months, and not in the way I could possibly envision or even imagine.

This winter into spring, I connected with new humans, who I was supposed to know in this lifetime, and although I am still in the trenches of immense fire, I feel for certainty that everything is going to be okay.

Yes, I said it, everything is going to be okay.

What a bold thing to say during times like these, when the globe is restructuring, and we are facing collapse, but I can let you in on a little secret: America has not been great for many people for a very long time. As a Black woman, my experience of America has been laden with injustices, and I am somewhat curious what life could look like rebalanced.

Might I suggest we be so bold to envision a future even better than now?

Might I offer you an opportunity to broaden and not be stuck in fear?

Imagine the possibilities of what is new with this new era of existence.

Now is the time to rally your communities, gently, quietly, gather and build or create something together.

Despair keeps us stuck and in energetic lack.

Pleasure is a measure of our freedom.

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Written under a Taurus sun and a Libra moon feeling frisky.

:: Mil Gracias ::

Thank you Farmer Mai for bringing in Audre Lorde’s words into your newsletter which made it into mine.

Thank you to my dear friends who tether me to this earth and keep me sane.

Thank you to my local farming community who keeps my hands full of soil.

Thank you to those who supported my dive into academia.

Thank you family for bestowing and imparting knowledge to me.

Thank you new landlord for being calm and easygoing.

Thank you to my daughter for loving me through my immense humanness and flaws.

Thank you Substack community who continually supports my words.

A communal ask:

Now for some reason, everytime I try to write on my Substack, I am locked out of it on all my computers at the moment. If you have a way to connect me to someone who can support with a back end reset for summer, that would be great as I have many words to share.