Yes, loves, we have a new tag!
I decided to implement a new tag for during the week to balance out the usual #TuneInThursday and #SultrySunday posts: #WordPlayWednesdays ! I will be sharing some of my favorite poems, ballads, haiku, and all other literary pieces from world-renowned poets and authors, as well as sharing some of my personal pieces. Though this may seem like a #SultrySunday reloaded, it isn't; this tag in particular is strictly a day dedicated for the love of language. As always, I will be petitioning my readers to send in some of their own personal pieces in an effort to build a community of writers. If you or anyone that you know happens to be a writer (you don't have to be a professional), please feel free to shoot me an e-mail @[email protected] or hit me up via social media: Instagram: @thehoneycombsuite Facebook: Search "Honeycomb Suite" and send me a direct message! Let's make this into something beautiful! Many Blessings, Black Honeycomb
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It's been a minute, y'all, but I felt the need to vent. A couple of posts ago, I announced that I was embarking on a journey of celibacy, and I am proud to say that I have stayed true to my convictions (silent applause). So far I have resisted any temptation to go against the vow I made to God and myself; though it hasn't been EASY, I am beginning to realize that this decision is for the betterment of my relationship with myself as well as my relationships with others. Speaking of relationships...is it just me or does it seem like everybody and their mama done found love in a hopeless place? On my Snapchat the other day, I joked that the summer love bug has bit everyone but somehow managed to miss my a**; while this came from a place of jest, it also shined a light on how uncomfortable I have a tendency to get with the idea of being looked over by love once again. My feelings toward love and relationships go up and down throughout the day. One minute, I proclaim to be happily single and patiently waiting for the one God has set aside for me, then getting sap and teary-eyed wondering why it's taking so long the next. I can bear witness that it is not wise to rush a treasure such as love, but everyone gets lonely at times. My loneliness stems from a place of feeling like my quirks, intellect, and sassy wit are difficult to hand off to just any body, or that my precocious manner can be intimidating among a generation of Netflix and Chillers. I've made it clear to a few people I'm interested in that I'm not here to entertain your flesh, but rather appeal to what matters: his heart, his soul, his convictions, his mind, you know, things of substance. Substance, you know, the word that is passed around in conversation yet no one seems to want to put in the WORK to attain it. If you've read this far into this post, you're probably wondering why a 20-year-old is even worried about finding the love of her life at such a tender age. It's not so much about finding the "love of my life", but more so about not wasting my time with meaningless flings that only lead to soul ties. I can admit this though: celibacy has shown me that it is OH SO imperative to get to know someone you're digging before allowing them into your "yoniverse" , let alone even get a sneak peek of your goodies. Another thing celibacy has revealed to me is that, well, it may be a GREAT idea to meet someone who is also taking the journey of holding sex off until marriage. It's kind of counterproductive to be spitting that celibacy realness to someone who's enticing you with sweet nothings, honestly. So, what is a hopeless and celibate romantic to do? Funny thing is, the answer revealed itself to me as I was typing my feelings out: Stop comparing your current situation to someone else's. You don't know what roads they had to take, what lessons they had to learn, or the amount of people they had to love and let go of before meeting their One. I know it's easier said then done, but what's the point of moping around over the temporary absence of a boyfriend when I could be loving on myself (like I been doing) and showering my close friends and family with love that is not only unconditional but also reciprocal? You know whose love is just as, shoot, even MORE unconditional and reciprocal? God's love. His love is and will be greater than any other love or relationship that I'll experience on this Earth, and I hope to keep that in mind any time I feel otherwise. And you as well. Know that you've got a Creator whose love can't be matched with anything earthly, and that the one He has set aside for you will hold that same power within him/her because they sought Him first before even approaching you. Blessings to you and yours, Black Honeycomb |
Author23 years old. Aspiring Social Media Consultant/Manager. Mass Communications major at Norfolk State University. Lover of God, food, wine. and good times. Archives
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