[There are times] by Yasmin Yonis

There are times sadness visits me without a warning, sits herself down without even knocking. I wonder where she comes from, why she arrives, who she thinks she is.

Then I realize, “oh, this is grief. This is a mourning.”

This is a guest that requires tenderness


soft hands.

Yasmin Yonis

Yasmin Yonis is a writer who only writes when it spills out of her. Somali born and Southern raised, she lives in northern Virginia with her fur babies Nala and Mane and her love. She is a movement chaplain and a facilitator who helps people practice gentleness.