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What’s on my joy blog? I asked myself. I clicked on the link I keep in my toolbar, and the poem Love After Love appeared to me like a gift I had left for myself. Thanks, buddy!

Today I wrote to my friend S.D. that I believe in the meaningful alignment of things. I saw her at a reading I attended Saturday (see https://www.facebook.com/fartheralongbook/info). After the reading, she reminded me that this week she is teaching her first yoga class. It is at a time where it may actually be feasible for me to convince myself to go. Today, distracting myself from schoolwork, I went to the yoga studio’s website. As I tried to find if there were any details that could help me really decide to go–I don’t know, like a section titled Hey you! This is exactly what will happen if you come–I found myself reading a page that featured the Dostoevsky quote that I just mailed to a friend in DC two days ago. Seemed like enough of a Hey you! for me. I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to convince myself to make it to yoga. And now I’ve put it on the internet, so of course it has to happen.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I find that I get what I need. When I open myself to the universe, the universe responds. I don’t always realize it at the time, and too many times I’m sure I miss the response altogether. But when I do see it, my prayer is that I allow it to allow me to keep opening myself again.

This weekend, I also lost a part of something that had been bright and shiny in my life for a while. Honestly, I opened myself to the universe a few months ago, and the universe responded with this bright and shiny thing. But now that it has changed, it serves to remind me that I already have the bread of my life: the love and community I share with my friends and family. And I know myself by heart. I can feast on my life.

Grant what we need each day in bread and insight.
Help us fulfill what lies within
the circle of our lives: each day we ask
no more, no less.

(a few lines from a Neil Douglas-Klotz poem)

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Love After Love
Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

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