When Poets Gather
happiness ensues
When I was a teenager,
I saw a scene in a movie where a bunch of friends gathered in a home and shared thoughts, stories, music and poetry. It didn’t look like the parties I was going to at the time and I so very much wanted to try this version but didn’t know where to look.
I had heard about the idea of a “salon,” not for hair, but for ideas, and I loved it. It seemed to be more of a New York thing for some reason, and here I am in L.A., wishing for these poetic pals to find me.
The closest I ever got to this creative closeness with my peers was in a theatre company I joined when I was 16. Everyone else was in their 20s, 30s, 40s, so I guess they weren’t technically “my peers,” still, that time of my life remains a highlight for me. I think it’s because of the closeness that comes from creating and sharing.
Fast forward to a few years ago… and I found my people! Our gatherings are everything I ever dreamed of. I love them so much, I wrote them this poem.
If you’re still looking for your tribe, don’t give up! Stay open and keep showing up for the things that matter to you, and they will find you, love you and support you, and you will love them and support them, and it will be fucking beautiful.
☺️