We refused to silence our soul songs, knowing that your glorious cacophony remains incomplete without our distinctive voices and their individual melodies.
Do you fight the stripe? You know what I mean – the stripe of silver strands that started to emerge at your temples and along the part of your hair at a certain point in time.
No is all about self-respect. It’s about boundaries. It’s about drawing your line in the sand. It’s about what you’re unwilling to accept—and, more importantly, what you’re not.
To you who are known by so many names across space and time, it is with the fervent devotion of a burst-open heart and the awe-struck reverence of the enraptured that I write in homage at this inky, indrawn moment of the winter solstice.