Reaching for what calls me

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Rupi Kaur

Today’s post is dedicated to Rupi Kaur. Loved and hated by many. I reached for her book Milk and Honey when I was unable to verbalize painful experiences in my life. Her words, her simplicity, served it’s purpose for me. Whether she is a poet or not will be left up to you to decide, but for me, her self-expression was what I needed in that very moment. If there is an artist you gravitate towards, especially if it helps in your healing, then hold tight to that song, or that work of art, or that poem you read in junior high school. Trust your process.

As I currently navigate rough waters this semester as a graduate student, I felt compelled today to reach for Milk and Honey. I flipped around trying to find the right poems to help me express today’s experiences as an intern. I am grateful for the artists that create. I am grateful for the ability to have access to a variety of mediums to help process, bring healing, and understanding when my words are unavailable.

trying to convince myself
i am allowed
to take up space
is like writing with
my left hand
when i was born
to use my right

- the idea of shrinking is hereditary (p.29)


you tell me to quiet down cause
my opinions make me less beautiful
but i was not made with a fire in my belly
so i could be put out
i was not made with a lightness on my tongue
so I could be easy to swallow
i was made heavy
half blade and half silk
difficult to forget and not easy
for the mind to follow      


Prompt #2

Write about a time in your life when someone tried to put out your fire.

- Sarah