mary oliver reminds me

When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider
the orderliness of the world. Notice
something you have never noticed before, 

like the tambourine sound of the snow-cricket
whose pale green body is no longer than your thumb. 

Stare hard at the hummingbird, in the summer rain,
shaking the water-sparks from its wings. 

Let grief be your sister, she will whether or not.
Rise up from the stump of sorrow, and be green also,
like the diligent leaves. 

A lifetime isn't long enough for the beauty of this world
and the responsibilities of your life. 

Scatter your flowers over the graves, and walk away.
Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance. 

In the glare of your mind, be modest.
And beholden to what is tactile, and thrilling. 

Live with the beetle, and the wind. 

these are totally some of our friends

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more soon. dance camp is intense and great and weird and there are many more specific things to say, like today i spent 5 minutes curled up sucking my thumb and then moved about it, like floating interviews and learning release again and again and again, my first aerial class today was so fucking hard i thought i might cry, getting inspired by this amazing studio art-space collective and super down-to-earth creators. more. i am dancing till tired then scheming and planning. i have ideas. i wanna hear yours too.

also i am kind of lonely here, moments between busyness, wow where are my friends and my cats? maybe i will make some friends; maybe the ocean.