Saturday Sip

Good morning,
I've been feeling a bit more alive lately, and I can't tell you exactly why, but I can tell you about small wonders recently:
> The nights and mornings are suddenly much cooler,
> and the owl has returned to their perch outside my window, hooting.
> The Owl and Bone August tarot challenge has stoked both my honesty and vulnerability. I am learning that it is okay to want things... passion = direction!
> The dad happily telling his son how awesome the library is. He just said, "All of this is just stuff and things until you realize how important it all is. So dig in. The library is so awesome." My librarian heart exploded!
​> Steve. Harrington.
> This dog made me cry tears.
> The Turkish brew coffee using hot sand. The world is magical.

>And the reason I'm here... poems and poems and poems! Words keep stumbling into my way lately, and snagging my breath. Following are some quite short, but so saturated poems for your every day grief, astonishment, and political disenchantment. Take a sip. Enjoy.

• The Thing Is by Ellen Bass, for every day grief and love, sometimes the same feeling.
• Who said a bot script of Queer Eye isn't poetry?
• After the Fire by Ada Limón, for the breathless moments after a good cry.
• "You cannot thank Rosa Parks for sitting down, then tell Kaepernick to stand up."  Anthony McPherson consistently kills it with his brutally honest American poems. Start with All Lives Matter: 1800's Edition and then If We Must Be Americans.
• I Have Read the Whole Moon by Emily Skaja, for moving on and becoming. I read this poem, slammed the library book, Brute, closed, and resolved to buy it. It is wild and weird, and I cannot recommend it enough.

Have a lovely weekend. Stay hydrated and connect with the earth somehow.
​M