remember who you belong to
put on red boots and feel pretty
feather your nest
lean on your daddy
run it out
have some sweetarts
let love melt you
realize the storm will end, you aren't the first or last person to hurt, and the sun will shine again
go out with your friends
paint some piggies
remember that you are beautiful and loved and you have a purpose
laugh until you can't breathe
strengthen your friendships
know that love surrounds you
I Will Try
by Mary Oliver
(i will get off of my Mary Oliver kick eventually...maybe)
I will try.
I will step from the house to see what I see
and hear and I will praise it.
I did not come into this world to be comforted.
I came, like red bird, to sing.
But I'm not red bird, with his head-mop of flame
and the red triangle of his mouth
full of tongue and whistles,
but a woman whose love has vanished,
who thinks now, too much, of roots
and the dark places
where everything is simply holding on.
But this too, I believe, is a place
where God is keeping watch
until we rise, and step forth again and--
but wait. Be still. Listen!
Is it red bird? Or something
inside myself, singing?
(from Red Bird)
you breathe, you love, you keep your heart open.