SELF-CARE James Crews Some days it feels like a foreign language I’m asked to practice, with new words for happiness, work, and love. I’m still learning how to say: a cup of tea for no reason, what to call the extra honey I drizzle in, how to label the relentless urge to do more and more as poison. And how to translate the heart’s pounding message when it comes: enough, enough. This morning, I search for words to capture the glimmering sun as it lifts above the mountains, clouds already closing in as fat droplets of rain darken the deck. I’m learning to call this stillness self-care too, just standing here, watching goldfinches scatter up from around the feeder like pieces of bright yellow stained-glass, reassembling in the sheltering arms of a maple.
(My thanks to James Crews, via One Art.)
The Gentle Nudge
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James Crews, one of my favorite poets.