The daily sorting will be short and after the 💖💖🫶 (because I have a cribbage club to take my Dad to) and the prompts hurriedly written are here 🪿💖🪿
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Yesterday I mistook a swan for a snow goose.
And my Dad mistook a falcon for a hawk.
I drew a strange bird while my parents watched liked I was doing a YouTube tutorial but I wasn’t aware until I lifted my head to find them both watching me intently.
It was weird and made me laugh.
(The bird in progress for next month’s gallery exhibit…but once I realized I was being watched I couldn’t really keep going)
Day five of my parents visit begins. Time has both folded in on itself and expanded. It feels like we’ve lived a small life time in these short days. They aren’t sure how long they’ll be staying, so every moment is weirdly precious, and kind of overwhelming in its importance.
But I’m maintaining my coffer of patience by taking small moments to myself.
I’m not getting much sleep. Which is not unusual. But the house is definitely more full of activity.
Last night my Dad won three games of cribbage and I, none. Thankfully I’m so competitive that I developed this thing early on where I win no matter what. Because seeing other people win brings me a whole lot of joy. I’m actually mostly into the playing of it, and the points don’t really matter so much. I credit years and years of sharing a slam poetry community with folks for whom the poetry was the point. It was our mantra.
Now I’m just grateful for all the folks in my life who have led me to this very specific moment.
I’m good. The world is falling apart. My parents are here. My shower this morning was ice cold because my mom accidentally turned on the washing machine. And I’m good. My partner woke me up with their snoring at 2am and I couldn’t return to sleep until 5am. And I’m good. My eldest woke me up at 10am to ask me to make food and I gently asked him if he could make something himself, and he did. So…good.
So I guess today is a good day, for now. Maybe a cold shower is just the thing to remind me that comfort is a luxury.
That everything that’s happening right now in my life is life.
I may feel not good later. And that’s ok.
But now I’m going to write some prompts. Then go to lunch and play cribbage with my Dad and introduce him to this magical town full of big-hearted humans.
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Write the prompts.
Tell me about an artistic passion you have
Record yourself reading a poem
Tell me about a project you abandoned
Tell me about a friend that makes your heart happy
Share a moment where sharpness turned to regret turned to acceptance turned to now
Share with me a quote from something you read recently by someone on Substack
I’m off!
Heart,
Wake
Isn’t a great feeling when you lay in bed awake at night and all the people you love are under the same roof?
Cool perspective. Thank you 💕