Oshun and Yemaya all up and through my reading asking me to examine how I show love to myself. Is it a love of condition and requirement, or one of freedom and infinite passion?
What might it mean to seek ecstasy for ourselves?
The love we give to ourselves shouldn’t be one of distance and propriety. It isn’t some abstract thought or idea far-fetched and unreachable knowable only in the mind. It should be an earthy warm sensual thing felt body deep and life-givingly fed by water.
Alexis Pauline Gumbs writes, love is lifeforce. So how do you give yourself life?