Life and You

Hi friends :)

I’m crossing my fingers that all of your minds and bodies are feeling fresh and fun in this crisp air. And, if you’re somewhere warm, rock on. Mm mm mm the sun is so good.

I’m going to take this writing opportunity to rave about a phenomenal poem I read the other morning. One of the ways I’ve been practicing intentionality lately has been to read a different poem (almost) every morning. It’s been so rewarding.

So, the other day I woke up and read “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot. I was intrigued by it’s artistry to begin with, but after I read it six more times, sent it to a friend to get his review, and watched a university lecture about it, it resonated so big.

Poetry has a way of romanticizing the tedious and sluggish steps we take every day while also reminding us that with no embellishment, living is truthful, truth is intriguing, and intrigue is worth thinking about. T.S. Eliot asked a few questions that feel like the type of questions we might all be asking almost everyday.

“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons…So how should I presume?”

“Do I dare disturb the universe?

“And how should I begin?”

The figure that Eliot writes about is in all of us. We may have all come into a life where we can see all the pain and squandering that we should avoid, and we can understand all the time that’s available, just waiting to be taken advantage of, and sometimes we still sit in sand, hypnotically imprisoned by the mere opportunity to go here or there. But even then, paralyzed by fear, with overwhelming or absent feelings of doubt or certainty, we get to live and think and watch everyone around us do the same.

The way you think is unbelievable and unbelievably exact and truthful. Fingers crossed that it slips out on accident or intentionally every once in a while. :)

Thanks for reading this little drama piece. Happy late Friday, y’all!