The desert floor glitters with broken windshield glass and the stars have never been brighter than from my grandmother’s back porch.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.
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I have had a surge of new followers on my blog lately and that’s a great feeling. Thank you if you follow me and care about the things I say. I am grateful. As I write this my curious little puppy remains engrossed in the movements of my computer screen. He appreciates you too.
Last month I made a resolution to be kinder to myself—better self talk, more appreciation of my body, overall cutting myself some more slack, and celebrating all the things that make me me. This month I plan to be more careful about the way I talk about other women. I will no longer allow myself to participate in the judgement or the cutting down of (anyone really, but especially of) other women. I cannot hope that things change about the way women are evaluated while I am participating in creating it. Here’s to a great continuation of self-compassion and a start to a new way of speaking about other women too. Hello February.