i mean what could be more BEAUTIFUL
[some of the following is a cobbling together from tweets; some from handwritten notes]
friends telling each other they’re proud of each other
i mean what could be more BEAUTIFUL
also reminding myself that i can be proud of myself and that can be a full, beautiful feeling
//
please, please
celebrate what you can, how you can, however you can
please sing to each other
of each other
each day, for at least one
silly, profound moment
//
one of my favorite english words is friends
also the sparklyboisterous mischiefship that is friendship
//
make note
make notes toward what you want to keep
noticing—let the notes, all the little bits of cumulative debris
(internal cumulus clouds), let these be
a kind of song, too
//
to live among & within & through words or more vitally, caring attention—that's the daily practice, not writing poetry 24/7. but living with poetry brain, which could be the same, depending on the day, as laundry brain or long-talk-with-good-friend brain or soup brain