Every once in a while you come across a new idea that some smart person has executed and it makes instant sense.
Thanks to my dear friend and inspiring human, Hanna Cooper, I've been turned on to a brilliant site.
Simple, inspiring and the kind of thing that stops you for that oddly important moment to get out of your grumbling navel-living and gives you a tiny peek into your bigger world. Which feels like a deeply welcome respite.
It is called Bentlily: one poem a day, the art of noticing your life -- and the inspiration of a woman called Samantha Reynolds. It is poetry about love, parenthood, the beauty of nature, creativity and this tender and curious life. Yum.
You sign up to get a new poem every day, handy-like in your email. I've only gotten two so far and I am already hooked. You can even make an "insta-poem" and use this cool little app to create your own poem by providing key words.
Here was yesterday's poem by guest poet Grace Kenina.
The next actBeing present
does not mean ignoring
plan for the next act
of your life
as you would a special guest
coming for dinner
scrub down the unkind voices
the ones that tell you lies
like you are not
write love letters
to your future
stand knee-deep in the moment
feel the buttery mud under your boot
the blunt air of winter
press your attention
against your breath
look deep inside
Thwack. It hits me centrally in my solar plexus. As I stand precariously on the tippy top of a next chapter, it reminds me to relax into change. I want to feel the buttery mud. And trust that tomorrow's dreams are on their way.
Poetry. Like music. Like art. Like beauty. Can serve to remind that the world is bigger than your walls, more magical than you imagine, and offers slender slices of hope.
I urge you to not deny yourself that.