“May We Raise Children Who Love The Unloved Things”

“I found the darkness comforting.”

— Louise Glück, from Faithful And Virtuous Night in “Faithful And Virtuous Night”

Found this on pinterest. Gonna make this my life's motto .

“I find the best way to love someone is not to change them, but instead, to help them reveal the greatest version of himself.”

— Steve Maraboli

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” - Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan

Everything

by Mary Oliver

I want to make poems that say right out, plainly what I mean, that don’t go looking for the laces of elaboration, puffed sleeves. I want to keep close and use often words like heavy, heart, joy, soon, and to cherish the question mark and her bold sister

the dash. I want to write with quiet hands. I want to write while crossing the fields that are fresh with daisies and everlasting and the ordinary grass. I want to make poems while thinking of the bread of heaven and the cup of astonishment; let them be

songs in which nothing is neglected, not a hope, not a promise. I want to make poems that look into the earth and the heavens and see the unseeable. I want them to honor both the heart of faith, and the light of the world; the gladness that says, without any words, everything.

Happy to announce that since I am not longer running on fight or flight I can do fun things with magic which no longer just include small morning and night routines! For on the agenda is revenge.🌷🫂🪄🦋🩵🎉🩷🫶🤌✨💫🪐🔥☀️🌦️

“He ate and drank the precious words...”

by Emily Dickinson

He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings!

“I would paint a portrait which would bring the tears, had I canvass for it, and the scene should be - solitude, and the figures - solitude - and the lights and shades, each a solitude. I could fill a chamber with landscapes so lone, men should pause and weep there; then haste grateful home, for a loved one left.”

— Emily Dickinson, from To Susan Gilbert, 27 November-3 December 1854 in “Letters Of Emily Dickinson”