Drinking Light
Please, let me not take it for granted— the I love yous, the morning coffee he delivers to me in bed, the sound of the front door opening at the end of her long day, the goodnight mamas, the hot meal that fills bellies, the glass full of fresh, cold water, the poets who string lifelines with each carefully chosen word. Please— when the horror grows even more horrible, and I am desperate to unsee, let me bend to smell the daphne that is sweet enough to carry me back to this marvel we call life. Please, let me stuff myself full with beauty, drink light for breakfast, for lunch, for dinner—never again take a Tuesday for granted. Please, may the brutal never erase the beauty.
As I have shared, I started a daily writing practice! It’s been hard (like, really hard!) to trust that I can post something new each & every day, but so deeply nourishing, enriching & breath-giving at the same time.
To read these last few weeks of writings, and to join me in this powerful daily practice, please click below.
@Poetry Tracks In Snow Holly L , thank you so much for sharing! I appreciate you. xo
https://substack.com/@johnshane1/note/c-99887951