How will you become the poem? How will your days drip with delight?
Notice the small things.
Do one thing you love every day.
Acknowledge that you are sacred, and when you are afraid, draw from that sacred power inside you.
Collect fossils from dried up creek beds.
Hug a tree. Do you hear its heart beat?
Connect with your inner artist, your inner child, your inner forgotten thing.
Write poetry, live poetry, love all the invisible words swirling through your hair.