Julia

“How I go to the wood

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.”
― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

“i bleed every month. but do not die. how am i not magic. – the lie”
― Nayyirah Waheed, salt.

“in our own ways we all break. it is okay to hold your heart outside of your body for days. months. years. at a time. – heal”
― Nayyirah Waheed, salt.

“where you are. is not who you are. – circumstances”
― Nayyirah Waheed, salt.