Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

These thoughts came to me this evening. They are unfolding but for now, happen you tell the dreams that outlive you. Those that cause your blood to surge, those that form countries of their own. Motherhood is like a country, with powerful roots that take shape on their own, discovering the point of light, the need for sea, and all things deep and black that the innermost depths of a sea. I have been there once, being to core, like womb, where all life begins. I’m in a space where motherhood is a site of resistance to me, a summation of all dreams that forces us to adjust our steps to the steps of its being. Keep these thoughts.