*Writer tries drawing, with help from Lynda Barry and Writing the Unthinkable.*

Catalog of Cures

Wild sweetpeas grow along abandoned curbs

At 4am, roused by birdsong

Try to draw, try to sing, try a new you

Along a chain link fence, a clutch of roses grow in a perfect bouquet

In the distance you see a runner gliding, as if weightless,
as if ease is for anyone who believes in light

A friend brings bubbles

A thrush of balsam root on a slope

The ting ting ting of ice in a glass

I find a recipe in my mother's scrawl

The letter we keep writing ourselves

Twilight, dusk, dawn — the hush of changing light

Ghosts fade, and memories are made and remade
What we recall depends on us

We would give anything for what we have, writes Tony

Some days in summer, when you are tired and aching
and if you are lucky and looking

the world offers to you a cascade of cures

— Drew Myron

It’s Thankful Thursday. Please join me in a weekly pause to express appreciation for people, places, things & more. From the small to the immense, the world contracts and expands in relation to our gratitude. What are you thankful for today?

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