Poetry is everywhere: in the milk & honey flame of a candle, in the coffee with the heart-shaped foam, in the way the ceiling fan hums and hisses as it spins on a summer day. Poetry can be captured in words, photos, paint, dance, or simply in the palm of your hand. Your life is poetry in motion.
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.
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.
