There's something in the first couple of paragraphs here that feels effortless. A less graceful writer would say "Ms. Oliver taught me about breath" or "This post is about breath" or "Breath is a core idea I am exploring here in this Substack." Drew, you're very graceful.
There's something in the first couple of paragraphs here that feels effortless. A less graceful writer would say "Ms. Oliver taught me about breath" or "This post is about breath" or "Breath is a core idea I am exploring here in this Substack." Drew, you're very graceful.
In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles
In laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
lmao
Now I'm wondering if the way the chronically ill measure life-force in spoons is related to this TS Eliot poem.
love this
This is so lovely