A love supreme and finding it has been on my mind and in my heart as of late.
To be honest, it’s been on my mind a lot.
My “lil sis,” after going through the valley of heartbreak, appears to have found a newly restored passion for life and it’s because of love. And I’m ecstatic for her. Hearing the schoolgirl giddiness in her voice when we talk about him and seeing friends enjoy the bliss of marriage makes my heart smile.
And despite what has happened in my own marriage, I am hopeful. In fact, I’m looking forward to having my own “Love Supreme.” And it’s not because I need my identity tied to a man.
Naw. It’s something exponentially more. Something we all crave in the most profound parts of our spirits.
A love supreme.
We, often, hear about the messier side of love albeit through rappers and their wives/ significant or our homegirls. We have come to expect Cardi B and Offset drama in relationships. Girl loves boy. Boy doesn’t love her back in the way that she craves.
In the way that she needs.
Hell, even Jay Z’s grown, old ass had to figure out how to love Beyonce better and we anticipated with bated breath if he would get it or not.
