Comments for woman of (an)other color http://onebrownwoman.wordpress.com "mistress of all worlds, master of none" -Anita Nair Mon, 07 Jul 2008 13:58:23 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=MU Comment on Don’t think twice… by sayani http://onebrownwoman.wordpress.com/2008/05/30/dont-think-twice/#comment-4196 sayani Thu, 12 Jun 2008 06:47:54 +0000 http://onebrownwoman.wordpress.com/?p=336#comment-4196 I thought hard what to comment you ....do u really need any comment ? i don"t know? but yeah life has its own way of trespassing and we allow them being wounded ..scattered and yet believing ...everything will turn up fine I thought hard what to comment you ….do u really need any comment ? i don”t know?

but yeah life has its own way of trespassing and we allow them being wounded ..scattered and yet believing …everything will turn up fine

]]> Comment on Reading: bell hooks - All About Love by mme http://onebrownwoman.wordpress.com/2008/05/22/bell-hooks-all-about-love/#comment-4194 mme Wed, 04 Jun 2008 18:10:08 +0000 http://onebrownwoman.wordpress.com/?p=331#comment-4194 so this book has been on the top of my to read list since, I dunno forever ago. but it is one text that I am terrified to pick up. and that fear paralyzes me. I could make up excuses about being too busy with school, activism, travel, life--but then I would have to remind myself that I'm half way through killing rage. I just finished reading your most recent posts, twice. I am so glad that you are back. I forgot the feeling of reading your blog and realizing that you found the words to articulate some of the hidden secrets that lie deep in my chest. so thank you. I promise we will talk soon. <3 so this book has been on the top of my to read list since, I dunno forever ago. but it is one text that I am terrified to pick up. and that fear paralyzes me. I could make up excuses about being too busy with school, activism, travel, life–but then I would have to remind myself that I’m half way through killing rage.

I just finished reading your most recent posts, twice. I am so glad that you are back. I forgot the feeling of reading your blog and realizing that you found the words to articulate some of the hidden secrets that lie deep in my chest. so thank you. I promise we will talk soon. <3

]]> Comment on And now that I’m back.. by Sky http://onebrownwoman.wordpress.com/2008/05/29/334/#comment-4193 Sky Mon, 02 Jun 2008 19:12:34 +0000 http://onebrownwoman.wordpress.com/?p=334#comment-4193 also, you might be bad with feelings cuz you're brown like me... we've got each other to help each other be better...or at least, you've got me.... to hold you accountable and to also let you be where you are. I know I'm not exactly in that inner circle, but I'm always here. And dealing with my own shit. and, it seems, always subconsciously looking for a kindred brown spirit who gets me on that brown level. I just want to say brown one more time for good measure. Brown. also, you might be bad with feelings cuz you’re brown like me… we’ve got each other to help each other be better…or at least, you’ve got me…. to hold you accountable and to also let you be where you are. I know I’m not exactly in that inner circle, but I’m always here. And dealing with my own shit. and, it seems, always subconsciously looking for a kindred brown spirit who gets me on that brown level.

I just want to say brown one more time for good measure. Brown.

]]> Comment on Don’t think twice… by Sky http://onebrownwoman.wordpress.com/2008/05/30/dont-think-twice/#comment-4192 Sky Mon, 02 Jun 2008 19:04:48 +0000 http://onebrownwoman.wordpress.com/?p=336#comment-4192 I hear you. I really, truly do. Maybe more accurately, I FEEL you...through all the complexity, the pain, the doubt, the surprising joy, the ache of missing, the desire to re-capture a moment. He doesn't have to be perfect to be someone you like or someone you miss. For me, sometimes those imperfections make it harder to let go. Anyway, the point is, I feel you. I love you, and I feel you. I hear you. I really, truly do. Maybe more accurately, I FEEL you…through all the complexity, the pain, the doubt, the surprising joy, the ache of missing, the desire to re-capture a moment.

He doesn’t have to be perfect to be someone you like or someone you miss. For me, sometimes those imperfections make it harder to let go.

Anyway, the point is, I feel you. I love you, and I feel you.

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