unsought

I found this sentiment scrolled onto a tiny piece of notebook paper and it gave me great encouragement:

all be second nature

soon, I promise



I then turned it over and saw that it was a note from my wife to one of her employees she was training about what his new duties would be and how after awhile he won't have trouble with them. But she couldn't fit the whole thing on one side and I believe I found a true message meant just for me in that precise moment. I wasn't demoralized this morning but even so the little two line poem raised my spirits considerably.

brandon

No poem to speak of

I know I missed a couple poem expounding days but I really don't care. I have been reading some poems but I don't have the time or energy to go the distance with any of them. And I still have those eight Dickinson poems I am leaning on so I don't feel so far behind. In all actuality I am just pleased to be reading poetry again. I haven't even thought in these sorts of critical ways in years.

the stretching is great and it reminds me I need to get back into yoga.

Melissa and I discussed what our mornings should look like from this point on. Or I suppose from the point last night on. There are a multitude of tiny oases in the form of quaint parks mere walking minutes from our apartment. We are going to utilize these weekly and in the morning do something extravagantly creative. Or perhaps modestly creative.

We used to have write-nights and it was terrific. That fell to the wayside far too quickly. But this, this is going to be different. Right? Right.

brandon