We must grab each other

Somewhere everything all lines up

Love Poem
Linda Pastan

I want to write you
a love poem as headlong
as our creek
after thaw
when we stand
on its dangerous
banks and watch it carry
with it every twig
every dry leaf and branch
in its path
every scruple
when we see it
so swollen
with runoff
that even as we watch
we must grab
each other
and step back
we must grab each
other or
get our shoes
soaked we must
grab each other

Happy Sunday, BBs.

Rest in Peace, Linda Pastan.

I really hate when people just write RIP. It sounds like rip, and it looks like Halloween to me, and everyone deserves more letters anyways.

rest in peace rest in peace rest in peace

Anyways, Linda Pastan was amazing, and I think I stole a library book of her poems and kept it in a crate by my bed in my dorm room and that Creek poem it always got me, everything gets me. A couple days ago I posted on that little weird note section of Instagram (you know the tiny Twitter for Instagram new feature) if you needed a pep talk, I would give it to you and then everyone did need it and then I put it on again today and so many people did and it got me thinking about how we’ve got to hold on to each other.

inject pep

Check in with yourself today.

What do you need?

You know how Miley Cyrus says we can buy ourselves flowers and shit, well you can also pep talk yourself.  But you're not weak if you need one from someone else. We all do.

Today write yourself a pep talk and tape it on your mirror. Leave it there all week.

Also: Check in with someone you love.

Pep talks can be silly little reminders like you have great hair or you're an awesome cook or you still got it sex pot or things are gonna change or they can be full-fledged-come-to-jesus-look-them-in-the-eye-serious-chats.

They probably need it. We all do. If you need me, just ask. I am here.

I know it sounds wild, but if I know you it's easy, I can just tell you beautiful things about yourself and if I don't know you, I can think about you across some sort of astral plane, some slice through the air and I can come up with something to tell you, I think.

Something to hold on to. That's all we need. If I could have another job and lord knows I don't need another job— I have like 3.  But if I could have another job or another business it would be in a small little room that had really comfy furniture and maybe a few Himalayan salt lamps and those really good anthropologie candles and some beautiful music playing, and you just came to me, and I just hugged you. I held you in a lovely way and told you good things and told you true things and wrote down instructions for adding more joy. Pep talks on paper. Spiritual Rxs. Reminders. And I would hug you and it wouldn't be weird and nobody would be strangers, and nobody would be sad for those few minutes. I'm sure you could pay me but probably also I would do it for free.

Somewhere everything all lines up.

Record of the week: Astral Weeks

Ilysm,

Amy