I had never read a book of poetry, until now.
As a typical ENFP, people perceive me as I´m wearing on my sleeves tangible emotions and believe that my life is an explosion of unicorns (although now I like them, thanks to my colleagues), pink cottons and flowers. However, excess of honey repeals me. Poems are not my thing. The clumsy cheesy adjectives (and more in relation to tender animals) scare me. I prefer life, the real, the certain, the honest. Then, one day, I found Rupi Kaur.
Christmas gift, given by one of the women that helps me understand what womanhood means, with only 25 years old – Thank you Jeanette! – with whom, together with Linn, can literally cross the sea walking if we are together.
And the book was as if Frida Kahlo was alive, had reincarnated in an Indian woman from Punjab and explained me how we all have suffered, loved, being broken and healed … by a conversation during 4 days.
Without remorse, Rupi Kaur explains deepest feelings with clear words. Connect through cultures and languages. She goes beyond countries uniting women by the eternal and natural connection of being a women. And it is like she says to you:
What are you doing being vacations for someone, when in reality you were born being home?
How did it end? Even the from the saddest farewells you learn …
Uncensored, she reminds you: “You are light … but not everyone can tolerate it” … and that is not your problem. It’s theirs.
She talks about the joy of gratitude … and how gratitude is the best medicine to close cycles (or heal hearts).
And unapologetic, remembers that your femininity is a gift.
I think now I like poetry … of course, this kind of poetry.
Title: Milk and Honey
Author: Rupi Kaur
Publisher: Andrews McMeel Publishing
Edition: 1st, 2015.
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