A Meet Cute with My Beloved
- jadencspeed
- Apr 21
- 2 min read
Updated: Apr 24
My copy of Beloved found me in a boutique hotel room. It was one of those room-staging-prop books, and the front desk let me bring it… no, her home. The cover was solid crimson with pale yellow script letters, like the hues of the heart. She made herself known as soon as I crossed the threshold—it was love at first sight.
I was being more observant than usual, visiting LA for one of my first modeling bookings. With my eyes open wide, she came to me at exactly the right time.
My Beloved changed me.
After experiencing Morrison's world, I spoke differently, I thought differently, my internal voice found a different timbre. Slower, smoother, more deliberate. It introduced me to a new sense of knowing.
The image of Mama Suggs holding service for the town in a clearing in the woods struck me the most. Where she exhorted the laughing children, dancing men, and crying women to
"Love It. Love it hard."
Their flesh, their necks, and their lungs. Beloved described a type of love that I hadn’t known could be put into words. I felt like I was in the cle
aring too.
Since then I often escape to the clearing in my mind's eye when I need a safe place to let things go. I recall Baby Suggs telling Sethe to
"Lay em down… Sword and Shield. Down. Down. Both of em down."
And I imagine just setting down the loads too heavy to carry. My offering is accepted at Mama Suggs' pulpit-rock. The damp earth beneath my feet - the kiss of the sun on my shoulders. The clearing is my internal safety. My clearing is where my love lives now.
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