Archive for December, 2014

Love yourself. Then forget it.
Then, love the world.

-Mary Oliver

I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and
each moment then,
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own
face in the glass,
I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is
sign’d by God’s name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that
wheresoe’er I go,
Others will punctually come for ever and ever.

-Walt Whitman

In 2015, I’m resolving to write love letters,
At least 1 each month,
Both romantic and platonic,
Full of compliments and gratitudes.

I’m loving the poets
and the morning show radio DJs
and the bloggers
and the symphony violinists to start.

Then I’ll move on to the former friends
and the ones I’ve lost touch with
and the current friends
and the friends I want to make this year.

Once those are covered,
words of love to the educators
and the choreographers
and the actors who have helped my soul grow.

When I’m done with them,
the man I see on the train every morning,
the woman I follow on Twitter for Ferguson updates,
the scientist whose book I plan to read this year,
the park ranger who welcomes me to the trail,
the family friend who invites me to dinner,
and the yoga instructor who helps me love my body and mind.

In 2015, I’m resolving to write love letters,
and just about everyone has made the list.


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I need to write a poem for November.
I need to pay my rent.
I need to quit my new job – who would’ve thought I’d be the one not cut out for the 9-5?
I need to drink more water and write more letters.
I need to say thanks for the postcard I received in the mail today.
I need to feed myself at regular intervals.
I need to start moving again – the studio and the trails have been calling to me.
I need to remember what’s important.
I need to find my way back to Rachel Corrie.

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