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.