#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 things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

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

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