End of February 2021: Holding

In me the caresser of life wherever moving....
     backward as well as forward slueing,
To niches aside and junior bending.

Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself"

This month was challenging for many reasons, but first…

Do you feel different now? Or maybe you just feel more tuned into yourself? Perhaps it’s not about the months, but the days, hours, minutes. Each building on the last. Last night was the full moon.

…I think this month was about the small things. I have been reminding myself to pay attention to the small things when I feel like I have no big things to show for my efforts. Sometimes the small things will add up over time. But even if they don’t, you can still hold them in your hands. They are small.

Some small things: A walk, a meal, a wave at someone, a comment heard while eavesdropping, a letter written, an email sent, a photo taken, an instance of pen to paper, a call from someone, a call to someone, a scent, a color, the sun’s rays, a piece of candy, a bird outside.

I resist anything better than my own diversity,
And breathe the air and leave plenty after me,
And am not stuck up, and am in my place.

Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself"