The cure for it All poem by Julia Fehrenbacher

Go gently today, don’t hurryor think about the next thing. Walkwith the quiet trees, can you believehow brave they are—how kind? Model your lifeafter theirs. Blow kissesat yourself in the mirrorespecially whenyou think you’ve messed up. Forgiveyourself for not meeting your unreasonableexpectations. You are human, notGod—don’t be so arrogant.Praise fresh airclean water, good dogs. Spinsomething from joy. Opena window, even ifit’s cold outside. Sit. Closeyour eyes. Breathe. Allowthe riverof it all to pulsethrough eyelashesfingertips, bare toes. Breathe inbreathe out. Breathe untilyou feelyour bigness, until the sunrises in your veins. Breatheuntil you stop needinganythingto be different.