Happy Monday, everyone! I hope you all had a nice weekend, and enjoyed the weather where you were. And Happy (late) Mother’s Day to those of you who celebrated!

I believe that sometimes we need a moment, a person, or an object to speak to us, or to reach out to us, in a special way. That those instances of connection make us feel more alive, more attached to the world around us, more hopeful. Today, I’ve been struggling, and I came across this poem by Ada Limón. I believe I read it years ago—there is something familiar about it that I can’t quite place—but it spoke to me today in a way that I needed. It told me to stay strong, to move forward, to keep fighting. Sometimes we need that push, or we need a laugh, or some other gentle emotional embrace. Today, this was my connection.

I hope it brings something to your day, as well. Enjoy. <3






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.


—appeared previously with Poets.Org



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