the splendor of serendipity
a 5 am gift
I found it helpful to take a moment to remain grounded in the genuine reasons I started this newsletter— which was primarily to externalize my writing practice and allow people into my work, my process, my ideas. But recently, I think I’ve gotten too carried away in the potential for “the intimates” to be a perfect or great newsletter (when I’m not sure what a perfect or great newsletter actually is).
This digital journalscape I’ve been developing, my most recent Heart2Heart series I’ve been dropping, my collection that was on pre-order1, the other ideas my radical imagination offer me—it’s all felt… lacking of a little spontaneity and authenticity that is so core to who I am.
In a moment where we’re so connected via the internet, social media, etc. we are all so lonely and disconnected from one another and I feel it has something to do with the connective force of authenticity, serendipity, spontaneity that can only be felt in the physical world.
I’m always craving a sense of vitality, serendipity, and deep genuine connection to strangers and it can be hard to genuinely offer that in the digital (even when you’re writing about intimate topics on a newsletter called “the intimates”).
So, I decided to to offer this very short poem/scribble I wrote yesterday afternoon while on the way home from work spontaneously, about an authentic and serendipitous moment.
i’m standing on the intersection of Michigan and Wacker waiting for the bus that will take me home after a long day’s work in downtown Chicago.
the weather is a sexy kind of humid warmth with enough wind to make my dress dance around my hips and thighs and knees. the breeze feels sensual between my legs.
“I want you” by Marvin Gaye plays in my headphones as the buses pass me by.
the 20.
the X4.
the 3.
the 60.
the 148.
the 147.
each bus, a world on wheels with dozens of worlds held within.
the 4 passes me by slowly in all the traffic
i stare deeper into that world on wheels.
s l o w l y
a pair of dark brown eyes stares deeper into my own
his with a sensual glare and inviting smirk
i look deeper and deeper into his world.
our eyes kiss for what feels like eternity until the world on wheels begins to drive further down Michigan Ave
before we leave each others visual caress— he offers me a wink goodbye.
i am filled with a shyness and vitality that is only birthed in the serendipitous pace of the city.
I’d love to hear some of your serendipitous moments. Drop a comment and lets talk!
Love Could Save Our Lives is set to publish soon and books will be distributed soon. (I apologize for the wait! I’m a one-person show and I work full time lol)