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“What on earth can we do to make this sad and beautiful world a little softer for everyone?” — Shannan Martin, The Ministry of Ordinary Places
 
 
Once there was a woman who knit. 
She knit the sky and the cemetery,
narrow alleys and the deep sea, the highway
and the willow, starlight and the bare bulb. 
It was not easy to slip such things onto her needles, 
but she knew she could do hard things. 
Of course, she doubted herself. 
That did not stop her from knitting.
Every moment of every day, the chance 
to add everything she saw and tasted, felt
and heard, into one blanket large enough 
to touch everyone. It never was quite large enough,
though, she every day, she kept on knitting.
She could feel herself how silky, how cozy it was. 
What makes softness is no secret. It is love.
Sometimes she dropped a stitch. Sometimes
she lost the pattern and had to start a row over.
Sometimes she had to make up something new. 
But she knew what she had to do. Something. Anything. 
Everything she could to make this sad and beautiful
world a little softer for everyone. There is no end
to the work she does. Every day, she picks
it up, admires the progress she’s made, worries
about the holes, starts her knitting again. 
 

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I didn’t know how much I needed
KC to invite me to her roller skating party
at Roll On America until today, when
she told me she wanted me to come.
The party was over four decades ago.
I didn’t know her then, and the rink
has long since been demolished,
but somehow my inner twelve year old
got the invite and jumped up and down
and ran circles around my inner rooms
pumping her arms in the air, shouting,
Yesssssss! All afternoon I felt her
bobbling on her faux suede tan roller skates,
chasing after KC who can tuck and skate
right between other people’s moving legs.
The Steve Miller Band has been singing
nonstop in my head about heating up and going
round and round, and I want to send invites
to every single kid who has ever felt excluded—
those kids still hurting somewhere inside
so many of us. There’s room for us all
at the dream rink. What a party we’re going to have.
 

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