Things that have found me

a collection of words

Good morning, friends. In honour of the secret language, here are a series of good words that found me this week. If you stay tuned or scroll to the bottom of this email, I’ve made a take-away poem of what parts stuck to me.

Up first:
Whales might be magic, and their hearts are the size of cars, according to the movie Boyhood:

Second.
Miko sent me this text message, and we should all probably say this to ourselves a few times about our own hearts. I asked her “really?” just so she’d tell me again.

Third.
Carly sent me this photo. It’s a door near her house where someone is always putting new advice in chalk. This was yesterday’s advice:

Fourth.
In the Red Hand Files, someone wrote in with this question. I think we all face this some mornings... at least I do. It’s probably why I write this substack and my stories, because the antidote (as far as I can tell) is making things.

Fifth.
Nicole LePera’s “Message To Your Future Self” email was worth reading, too:

Finally,
From an old Marginalian issue: poems are electric charge… and your body is a living circuit that the poem moves through.

In summary:

Whales are magic. Follow your heart, it always knows. Who needs you at your best? Is that important to you? Make something new and awe-inspiring, an all-human answer. Just because it’s intense today, doesn’t mean it matters as much as you think it does. Remember to walk on it. Sleep, watch the urgency fade. Your body is a living circuit. Make room for the miraculous… because it is part of the practice of being human.

love,

Kelly