Bird in hand




The tiny wren perched on your hand
could be a key. Then
somewhere should be the door
that with a bird-shaped key-hole
cut by wind into stiff sand
must fit that needle beak and pinhead eye,
that tail’s armed signal to the clamped wings,
Fly! Spring the lock! Lift the floor
from the earth, the roof from the sky,
and with a fanfare of trills
—no trumpets, no veils—
reveal the Quaker heaven where this bird sings.

– Anne Stevenson

Happy Valentine’s Day world! On this day last year, I was distracted by thoughts // plans for Indonesia, studying things that didn’t matter much to me, and attempting to make sense of my life.

Today, I’m still trying to make sense of my life as well as thinking a lot about LOVE. Love is the first lesson we learn in life, but it’s also the hardest thing we ever attempt to understand. . .

I love that LOVE is complex. It’s universal and yet, it comes in so many shapes and sizes.

Today, on this happy Valentine’s Day, I am thinking about Nepal, new//exciting projects, and most of all LOVE.

What I <3 today:

+ Lulu Miller’s Radiolab piece on Love Letters

+ This fantastically Valentinesy video

+ This article on chocolate + your health

[Photos: A man I met in Jakarta, Indonesia who was in LOVE with a bird//Grace Farson]