For You

For all the ones who are quietly doing the work.

For all the ones who are not trying to build a platform or a brand.

For all the ones who write in the margins of the days.

For all the ones who nurture in ways the world never sees but that make all the difference for the nurtured.

For all the ones who feel lonely in their marriages or scared of never finding love.

For all the ones whose journals take up an entire corner of the attic or the basement.

For all the ones who wonder what to do with it all.

For all the ones who care about being a good human and feel pained and angry and sad and bewildered about all the humans who don't seem to give a shit about other people.

For all the ones who choose not to broadcast life but are deeply immersed in the living of it.

For all the ones whose grief is simply part of existing, like air and water and blinking.

For all the ones who feel awkward in conversation or shy in person or quirky in ways only your closest people know about.

For all the ones who find small decisions overwhelming and for all the ones who underestimate your wisdom and know-how.

For all the ones who love the sky, the clouds, the trees, the colors, the ocean, the mountains, the desert, the seasons, the moon, and yes, the stars, too.

For all the ones who linger in the shower just a little longer.

For all the ones who forget where your glasses are when they're on your face or ask where your phone is while you're talking on it.

For all the ones who are falling in love and for all the ones who are taking a break and for all the ones who are in between and don't know what's next.

For all the ones just getting by.

For all the ones who are beginning something new and for all the ones who are ending something that has run its course.

For all the ones who need a minute in the morning to remember what day it is.

For all the ones who are making art and using scissors and glue and fabric and thread and ink.

For all the ones who lean on ritual and for all the ones who eschew ritual and for all the ones who crave ritual but haven't yet found home.

For all the ones who are tired of fighting.

For all the ones who are ready to fight.

For all the ones who make good trouble.

For all the ones who came before all of us.

For all the ones yet to come.

For you. And you. And you.