A friend reminds me that you can sift through ash for the laughter of flowers. Everyone in the neighborhood is walking around in beanies my favorite color blue. At work, I notice a bird perch in a lofted window, overlooking the sunny shop like some spectacular canyon. He peers over the ledge at me, and then glances all around, as if searching for an opening to dive into. My phone lights up every time she edits the lyrics in her new song. He tells me that joy and discipline have been hanging in his rearview mirror for months. He is just stating fact, but I think it’s a poem. I watch a toddling baby in pink plastic clogs and soft baggy high waters step off the curb with her mom to cross the street. Instead, she sits down to save her blossoming balance. Cars wait, smiling, but she gets swooped up by her little hips, and together they saunter off into the world. Tiny legs dangle heavy, bubblegum pendulums swaying in the spring. I tap a wire into the wall so that my pothos can grow a little into the arch of my new doorway. Maybe I’ll stay a while. I’m letting myself daydream again. I nervous shake and drift off. It scares the hell out of me. This was all, probably, happening last week, too. I think the point is, though, I saw them this week.
Searching the world for what my teacher and dear friend,
, calls tiny tenders hasn’t come naturally these days. It felt really lovely to notice this week... and to notice I was noticing. Have you seen anything banal and beautiful lately? I’d love to hear about it.
All the world's goings-on, all the more wondrous when we notice them. One reads to the end and realizes the necessity of really being where we are, when we are there. ❤️
tiny tenders!! I adore that!! This is so gorgeous! You notice the most beautiful little moments and write them so magically ✨