I would say that there exist a thousand unbreakable links between each of us and everything else, and that our dignity and our chances are one. The farthest star and the mud at our feet are a family; and there is no decency or sense in honoring one thing, or a few things, and then closing the list. The pine tree, the leopard, the Platte River, and ourselves - we are at risk together, or we are on our way to a sustainable world together. We are each other’s destiny.
∆ Mary Oliver, “Winter Hours,” in Upstream: Selected Essays. (New York: Penguin Press, 2016), 154.
Here’s a thing that’s true for writers and non-writers alike, and also true for very young people and very old people and everyone in between: People don’t need you to be better than you really are. They’ll take you exactly as you are right now. Your job is to get out of your own way, to stop trying to seem better and rediscover your curiosity instead, to stop grinding your gears and throwing off sparks and second-guessing everything you do while judging the way everyone else does everything, and just FIND NEW WAYS TO DELIGHT YOURSELF.
“Everything else comes from there. I have to have poetry going on to feel a certain sanity. The shape and order of poetry, its ability to contain universes of ideas which can lift you out of the immediate dread of living--and I don't mean lift you by deceit or fantasy but by clarity, a kind of sense-making which doesn't spare you the dread but offers you this clarity which is like being able to feel air or night, to feel the intangible.”
So what if it doesn’t look the way you planned? All of these days still belong to you, and even the greatest disappointments have their uses. Everything is a litany of things, a network of things, each with its own context and purpose. Be careful, when reviewing, not to strip the happenings from their larger meaning. Nothing happens all on its own, and everything has potential for beauty. Is that not your life, huddled against your feet, lying in wait?
| Yrsa Daley-Ward
I will never shy away from overextending myself or being open to the organic process of love flowering between people. I have seen so many people make shipwrecks of themselves because of insecurity. I have seen who I become in my insecurity and it's an exhausting experience. So many people meet now at this juncture of being used to being unloved and used to living on and within their insecurities almost like a survival instinct. I want new survival instincts for all of us, based on security, vulnerability without fear or emotional retaliation.
| Mykki Blanco