I hold you until the seed of your body blooms into a volcano. There will be days you will feel so alone & so split from any blood family & no amount of external achievement can overpower the empty. close your eyes. imagine a hummingbird soaring around each wound. Imagine it’s wings nourishing each wound until they glow. Call upon chosen family, survivors, therapy animals, mentors, ancestors, and their spirits will come flocking by the hundreds. Their spirits fold around your body & carry you down a river. At the end of the river, there is love. #SurvivorLoveLetter artwork by @layqanunayawar &  @jessxsnow

I hold you until the seed of your body blooms into a volcano. There will be days you will feel so alone & so split from any blood family & no amount of external achievement can overpower the empty. close your eyes. imagine a hummingbird soaring around each wound. Imagine it’s wings nourishing each wound until they glow. Call upon chosen family, survivors, therapy animals, mentors, ancestors, and their spirits will come flocking by the hundreds. Their spirits fold around your body & carry you down a river. At the end of the river, there is love. #SurvivorLoveLetter artwork by @layqanunayawar & @jessxsnow

Tani Ikeda