i sat on the stoop facetiming a friend. in my little rectangle i saw the glass doors behind me, which reflected the buildings across the street and the evening sky, and those buildings’ windows also reflected the sky. it reminded me of another time when i sat at my desk looking out my window at my neighbor’s window which reflected the sunset which was at my back. angles matter, you know?
from this angle, on the stoop, the brown stone nearly cooking my rear after a long day in the sun, after some time listening to people talk about Shields Green, i caught the verve. i had momentarily lost it.
if you lose sight of your verve call it by its name and it will come running. sometimes it’s called joy, or laughing in the face of stupidity, or your favorite song, or six gummy hamburgers (two per person), or something someone taught you that was so useful, or Disney World, or Disney World when you’re old enough to drink, or Cloud Nine (biggest, puffiest, most comfortable looking!), or communicating across language barriers, or finishing that run, or salt water.
You name it, it’s yours. Call it, look for it. it was probably looking for you, too.
Eyes, screens, windows, cameras, mirrors, skies, refracting and reflecting light : verve. this other angle, tilted. a new view.
this week i heard someone say, “you don’t need a posture correcter you just need to be around someone who’s wearing one” and it really hit.
before we said goodbye, my friend pointed at me and said “love is in the world, get yours”
we stand up straight, on point. we look forwards and backwards, we beam.