what does tenderness look like? i hold my friends’ hands when I talk to them, when i listen to them. i try not to let bitterness or irritation ever settle within me, to be as kind in actions as i wish to be. i stare into my tomato soup and think of my week: have my words been kind, sincere? has my language been filled with care? Has the love i feel carried over? i drink the lukewarm soup and do the hard work of looking into my own mistakes and holding myself to the kindness i aim for. i want to be better at loving. when i write on the internet i try to be also sincere, also kind. there is good, honest work in self-expression. it’s the honesty found in gardening, in growing within you something that could not have lived elsewhere.

jun 30 2020 ∞
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