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I came across this beautiful poem yesterday and wanted to share it if anyone is having a tough day (or week, or month, or year, or decade).
You are not alone.
Instructions on Not Giving Up
More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out
of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s
almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving
their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate
sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the trees
that really gets to me. When all the shock of white
and taffy, the world’s baubles and trinkets, leave
the pavement strewn with the confetti of aftermath,
the leaves come. Patient, plodding, a green skin
growing over whatever winter did to us, a return
to the strange idea of continuous living despite
the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. Fine then,
I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf
unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all.
I really loved the words 'the strange idea of continuous living despite the mess of us, the hurt, the empty.' Phew. Heaviness in the lightness of spring bloom 🌸🍒
I hope you have a restful and delicious weekend ahead of you.
Thank you for being here and take good care of yourself,