Learning how to practice self-care can be a lifelong project. There is often a cycle of forgetting and remembering. Self-care could be as simple as a warm cup of tea with extra honey.
What will you do for yourself today?
by James Crews
Some days it feels like a foreign language
I’m asked to practice, with new words
for happiness, work, and love. I’m still learning
how to say: a cup of tea for no reason,
what to call the extra honey I drizzle in,
how to label the relentless urge to do more
and more as poison. And how to translate
the heart’s pounding message when it comes:
enough, enough. This morning, I search for words
to capture the glimmering sun as it lifts
above the mountains, clouds already closing in
as fat droplets of rain darken the deck.
I’m learning to call this stillness self-care too,
just standing here, watching goldfinches
scatter up from around the feeder like pieces
of bright yellow stained-glass, reassembling
in the sheltering arms of a maple.
- Poem copyright ©2020 by James Crews, from One Art, edited by Mark Danowsky.