Sunday inside your heart.

every now and then i’m blessed to find the gospel. not inside of the walls of a church, but in a woman’s heart. lived pain. rebirthed life. her own this time. a woman who knows weeping well. but joy pours from her very essence. because her emotions are not a pool. they are a river. a nile river. deep & full of wisdom. with written history of every person who sought redemption in her waters. she is reborn.she sung about it & put her heart on the cross for us all to bear and witness. reminding us that we can do it too.

& this week. the gospel has been written by Yukimi from Little Dragon. do you know them? if you know. you know, but you know now. welcome. to the sanctuary with no walls. her album, for you. was made for you and me both. & i’m still listening. i’m still finding. i’m feeling. seen. witnessed. this is a woman in reflection. who has loved. lived. witnessed the ending. many of them. & she puts herself to rest as she celebrates her new second coming of age. of womanhood met with wisdom written in tears maybe blood too, but love thru and through. like the birth of her son. have i convinced you to listen to it yet? i’m writing off the dome. listening to it right now. & this will be my morning praise. with incense dancing in the kitchen. my heart deserves the devotion. & praising hers.

sometimes i feel like i don’t get to witness women fall because they’re buried in strength. or maybe their hearts are already six feet under?idk. yes i do. why don’t we get to witness women’s pain, but we always get to see their knives? the one’s that cut us with words. cut eyes. the brave hearts who allow us to witness their walk thru the valleys of the shadows of their own death. angels. but sometimes it’s too late for a revival because she’s gone. but here. but the spark in her eyes disappear. sometimes we get glimpses of who she was, but never whole. but i walked a mile with Yukimi.

this album. i haven’t dissected every song. been listening to it for a few hours but i witnessed a woman’s resurrection. her after life. her heart on a cross. many women die. they don’t live again. they simply walk amongst us. with knives. & simply read about the resurrection of man in a book. possibly the only one to ever love them. damn. celebrate him but forgot about their very own magic.

so yeah. witness this album. for you. the yearning. the seduction. the grace. the running. grief. the repenting from the double back. to the emptiness she feels afterwards. & watch her be whole 🤍 maybe i am writing about myself and simply feeling inspired. nonetheless. find yourself in her gospel. & come back to yourself too! because we all deserve a resurrection. for you.

& as always, RIP to all of my favorite girls. Amy Winehouse. we love you girl! & ignore any typos. i wrote this in 20 minutes.