#5 (or #6, if you count the Murray Clark article, which is now my favorite genre)

I can’t imagine doing Love, February without at least one post for beanies. I am so appreciative of this community. One beanie said once that db is kind of like a bar where some people are regulars, and some people just pop in once or twice, and some people visit for a while then leave and come back later etc. I’m obviously in the last category, but I’m so happy every time I make it back to find you all here and see so many familiar faces and meet so many new beanies who are as supportive and enthusiastic as the familiar ones.

I was planning to post this poem today–it’s my “election year poem”–my reminder to hope every election year despite, well, everything that comes with an election year. But as I read through the other LF posts and comments, I realized I wanted to post it for you all, instead. I got a sense of longing as I read the posts and comments this year, and this poem is one of my go-to’s when I am feeling that.

Sometimes – by Sheenagh Pugh

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss, sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

May it happen for you. Yes, you <3

Good things are out there, and I am convinced they are making their way to us (even if they are taking the slowest way possible. ergh, *hurry up* good things!).

Whatever you are seeking (love, tribe, calling, career, space, time, whatever it is), today I am imagining us all sitting at circle time, holding our hands up, wiggling our fingers and shouting:

“Weeeeeeeeeeeeee *WISH* that for you!”

Thank you for being a community that I can imagine such a thing about. Thank you for sharing your LF posts. Thank you for being you.

I’ll leave you with my single most favorite line of any poem. It’s by Richard Wilbur:
“I wish what I wished you before, but harder.”

Love,
February
and me