Feel the pull toward all the things
you loved as a child –
those few treasures that still feel natural and true.
If, once, writing or dance or building stick houses
seemed necessary –
like eating or breathing, like sleep –
you need them now more than ever.
Take these lost loves back
into your arms and
let them draw you into that little house
in your heart
where you have permission to write feverishly by candlelight
or dance in the dark
singing wildly in a voice you
haven’t heard in years.
Let your song be sung under the wide night sky
and spend long afternoons drinking tea
and taking messages from god.
Travel back to those long-forgotten pockets of truth
and retrieve them –
for they are still true.
Hold them close.
Make them your own again.
