“Remembering how to love the world while still in the midst of evolution is complicated. Because what we don’t need right now is a mindless resolute beam of positive thinking and encouraging chirps about silver linings. Those sentiments — a cotton candy theology of survival — melted long ago. You know this. You likely have learned it the hard way.
“Love the pencil crayons and markers always on the kitchen table. Love the curl of steam from the tea in the morning, love the light in the late afternoon illuminating the crumbs on the floor as holy. Love underlined poems and the sight of birds on the wind. Love the noise of the streets and the bass line in that one song, you know it. Love your body, every curve and change.”
