The Cure for it All (Part ll)
A poem for your Tuesday
A brand new one…
Day #134 of (mostly unedited) daily writing/sharing
The Cure for it All (Part ll)
Please, pretty please, let us begin with the basics, with a kiss of kindness wherever we step, in the produce isle, at the gas pump, at the kitchen table, in the mirror, inside the white house, and when we forget— a kiss of kindness for the forgetting. Let us place the word precious on everything, because— isn't it all? Precious, I mean. The still-spotted fawn staring back from the front lawn, the earth that holds us in its lap each night so that we can dream and rest and begin fresh. God, how we need to begin fresh. Today's rising sun. Good morning doggy kisses. The glass of water that wakes each precious cell. The first strawberry of summer eaten slowly beneath the maple. The spoonful of honey. The squeeze of lemon. The truth. You and you and you with all of your precious colors, every shade of necessary. Let us kiss the feet of every child (the ones on the inside too), as though they are the most precious, as though they are our own— they are. Please, let us place the word precious on every single thing, as though the world is in the ICU and kindness is the cure— it is. It is.
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I have returned from my solo writing retreat and it was a whole wild mix of everything, as life is.
Mostly, it was a beautiful gift to myself & my upcoming book to give myself those nourishing days by the lake.
Reading the amazing
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Julia, only you could make me think of Thich Nhat Hanh, Mary Oliver, Pope Francis, and Rachel Held Evans all at once in the same lovely lyric! Wow, this was the life-giving word that I needed in this 97-degree afternoon in the 'burbs of the beanpot. The images I return to: the foot-kissing and the world as ICU where the surest cure is kindness. A doubly genuflective namaste to this luminous poem.
So wonderfully said. Thank you. 💜💜💜