Threads of Magic

This language doesn’t have the words you’d use to describe magic. 
But that’s who Love is.

A mysterious Being who makes “nothingness” into something.
Pulls threads of fabric and creates a masterpiece from just that.
And then, 
Weaves it on to even more. 

Those threads, 
Now part of a symphony of textiles. 
An orchestration of Life. 
As she is the orchestrator. 

It makes so much sense that Love is synonymous to “Black Woman” for so many. 
Afterall 
She can make a dollar of 5 cents. 
A meal out of scraps. 
A hairstyle out of 1 braid?!

She is the reason for “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure” 
Who you think taught man that? 

Black woman is the motto. 
Is the blueprint. 
Is treasure. 
Is Love. 

She makes magic look easeful, 
Seamless, 
Because for her, it is.  

She, as an embodiment of Love, is our reminder 
To start right where we are, 
To Begin there. 

And to allow what you do with that, 
To show how much you can do 
With so much more. 

Because in a place with nothing else, 
There is always more than enough room for Love.

And while holding that truth, 
I guess I can say that I am grateful 
To have endured and lived through yet another stage of loss. 
Of yearning for more. 

Because I realize how much more I carry within me already. 
I see so much more in myself now. 

I am the treasure that I once disregarded and labeled trash,
Because I couldn’t see that no physical thing in my life 
Acquired or bestowed upon me

Could ever reflect the gifts,
The gold, 
The mystery 
That lies inside me.

I am the only proof of it, 
No matter what I make. 
Collect.
Or Arrange.

I figure that’s why death seems so looming to us, huh?
The idea that all our magic will eventually drain from these bodies... 
That suddenly there will be no living breathing trace 
Of the us we are living in right now…

But since that is so
Why not use this life 
To make all the room for our magic?
Y’know… while it’s here?

Why not move away from societal standards?
Barriers. 
Social constructs, Like showing up on time to everything??
(Like damn.) 

CP time is spiritual time forreal, 
We get there when we’re meant to. 
& girl don’t go if you don’t want to. 

But imagine 
How serendipitous all things would reveal themselves to be 
If we just let ourselves move at our own current, our own pace.
And acknowledge that that is the only speed anyone else could or should move at as well. 

Imagine our lives if we weren’t so worried about everything all the damn time. 
Money, Bills, the whereabouts of others, making it on time, disappointing others, proving others wrong. 
Proving something to ourselves. 

What if we just did
What felt right, 
Right now?
& Basked in the glory of having the freedom of choice 
in your life, 
Right now?

What if we felt inspired in a moment
Wrote it down
Then actually pursued it. 

Just because we wanted to. 
To see how far we could take it.

What if when we hit roadblocks, we asked for help, 
Not fearful of others seeing us as weak.
But also unafraid to be perceived as such. 
As less than who we are. 

Because we know ourselves best,
Know that we are the magic that can do it all and will
If we desire it. 

What if we ate, when we were hungry?
Cried when we were sad, 
Asked for and accepted hugs when we needed it, 
Laughed loudly when we found something funny?

What if we listened to eachother?
And spoke to each other with love. 

What if we helped whenever we could
Because we saw the power within us to always be able to offer something, 
No matter how creative the offering 
Because we know that even with nothing, 
So much can be done. 

What if we treated ourselves like the children we are 
And came into this world as. 
New, 
In need of and full of love. 
Curious. 
Questioning. 
Honest. 
Perfect as we are. 
Wanting to learn. 
Valuing community and others. 
Trusting … of ourselves and those around us. 

What if we led with Love?
And realized and acknowledged that all we crave is freedom. 
Peace, joy, community, laughter. 

What if we honored those things?
Prioritized those things.
Trusted in those things, no matter how elusive they seem in this ever changing world. 

What if we gave ourselves that gift?
And trusted that the more we focused on the Love inside of us, 
The more we’d witness her in our surroundings. 

What if we all chose to believe that
The more we acknowledge the Love within and around us, 
The more Love would find us, 
The more every question on our hearts would be so simply and clearly answered.

Because we are the answer. 
We are the Love. 
Each of us  – a thread
And then all together collectively a masterfully woven fabric. 

True to Love, 
In our patience, 
Our kindness, 
Our honesty, 
Our freedom, 
Our joy, 
Our abundance, 
Our magic

Our Love.