how one heals...

break open

pray

remember who you belong to

stay quiet

put on red boots and feel pretty

feather your nest

lean on your daddy

run it out

work

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

 be silly

make art

go out with your friends

paint some piggies

swing

write

remember that you are beautiful and loved and you have a purpose

smile again

laugh until you can't breathe

strengthen your friendships

know that love surrounds you

try

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.