Little Big Miracles

A poem for your day & wishes for a blessing-filled Thanksgiving

Dear friends,

I could not be more overflowingly thankful for this community, for those of you who take the time to read my words, for those of you who reach back with your own words. For you, Jenna, who send me photographs of birds, little glimmers of wonder to brighten my days (like the precious one below).

Phew.

Life has been a whole lot—in the world, with my people. Health scares, that, thank God, have mostly only been scares, or are fixable (thank you, modern medicine), the loss of a dear poet friend recently, the normal brutal-beautiful of everyday living.

It truly is the little (big) things that save me.

Below is today’s daily poem that speaks to the immense gratitude I have for the little things.

I wish you the happiest, most love-filled Thanksgiving.

Thank you for being one of my little-big blessings,

Julia xo

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PS: If you haven’t already watched Andrea Gibson & megan falley’s documentary “Come See Me in the Good Light,” I can’t recommend it enough. Holy shmoly, the beauty. Be sure to have a box of tissues close by for this one.

Oh, and, have you seen “Between the Mountain & the Sky"? This is another must-see, inspiration-packed gorgeous documentary.

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“Come See Me in the Good Light” Precious photo by my dear friend, Jenna Whittaker

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Day #238 of (mostly unedited, mostly daily) writing/sharing

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Little Big Miracles

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It takes so little, really—
to turn a day, maybe 
a whole life, around.

A soft smile of me-too 
from the stranger 
in the hospital waiting room, 

the nice nurse 
who leans in close
and calls you honey.

The moment in the parking lot when, 
finally, you get to hug your healthy daughter 
and she holds longer than she needs to.

The neighbor who shows up 
at your front door, 
homemade bread in hand.

The friend who sends 
you photographs of birds 
because she wants you 

to have a moment of beauty 
in your very hard day, and she knows 
you love few things more than you love birds. 

A moment with the moon—

how she lifts your head, 
gives you everything 
simply by shining her light. 

The good news. 
The exhale.
The full table. 

I can’t stop saying thank you. 
I don’t ever want to stop 
saying thank you. 

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SIGNED COPIES OF MY BOOK “STAYING IN LOVE,” ALONG WITH SIGNED POETRY PRINTS ARE AVAILABLE AT THE FOLLOWING LINK

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