Hi, I’m Carie. I write daily posts about navigating these times.
Gen X Poems for Valentine’s Day
Grandma Vi was a prolific artist. She made hundreds of quilts. She found a lot of inspiration in the Amish community. Once she gave my family a quilt and asked me to find the mistake. I couldn’t pick it out but once she did, it’s all I could see — one block was sideways. She told me that some Amish had a tradition to always make one mistake in their quilts because “only God was perfect.” I asked her if she made her mistake on purpose — she laughed and said NOPE!
I wrote these poems year ago. This “haiku” was my favorite. But I realize now that it’s not a Haiku. So yeah, only God is perfect. Ha!
More Mary Oliver
I was taught to pray as a kid. Then I got older. And I spent many, many years never uttering a prayer. I pray again, now. But it’s different.
This Mary Oliver poem — this line: May I never not be risqué.
Yes, please. ❤️☀️
Joy is not meant to be a crumb
Notice what’s good, too. If you can’t find anything good, focus on something neutral.
Enjoy this poem by Mary Oliver. It’s a favorite.
Everyone Needs More Rest (Three Acts)
It was a long work day. I’m exhausted. So I searched the old Google drive and found this. I do not think that I ever shared this, though I could be wrong.
Just this morning, I was thinking about how I feel like there’s very little that I know — less so with every passing moment. But this — this message of rest still holds true.
Above all, it made me feel something. Feeling is exactly what we’re all being asked to do.
Credit where credit is due
Thank God for all the miracles that allow me to live from this space.
For all who grieve
I keep this poem in my back pocket. For others, when I don’t know what to say. For myself, to remind me of just how dense grief truly is.
