The softest love I ever received was from my young children. 

Been a caretaker my entire life — most femmes are. I am the oldest daughter, I cared for my younger siblings. I was married, I cared for a spouse. I am a mother, I care for my children. I don’t know what it’s like to not care

to not feed

to not bathe

to not nurture 

to not worry

to not pray 

to not hold space 

The weight of caretaking +  surviving has been heavy — too heavy. Been feeling the despair, the madness, the old familiar pull of escape <<where can I go what can I do who can I run to what can shield us>> and in my darkest moments I keep coming back to build myself up in these reciprocal + regenerative spaces: 

the softest love from the babies, from the plants, the animals + the Earth 

the softest love I give to my inner child and she gives it right back to me 🤍🌸✨

Art offering: Softest love