Ever since we read Ocean Vuong’s astonishing poem Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong in the New Yorker, we’ve followed the 27-year-old poet by occasionally visiting his tumblr, Field Notes. We love clicking “random post‘ for surprises and mind-shifts we find helpful in navigating the world, work, love, being. Here’s a short collection of perfect pearls to take you through the week, each a tiny, potent meditation.

We draw great comfort in this:

…and fireflies:

 

…And find this to be an incredibly wise — and spacious —view of time:

…This is more nuanced and powerful than “glass half full/empty”, (and reminds us of all we have)

 

…We need Ginsberg’s reminder of the necessary and essential risk of loving:

…and an enticing bathroom’s lesson in wallpaper, color and flowers;

…We had not quite put our finger on what deep, dear friends really do:

…The path forward…Hmmm. Where do we want to go this week?

 

Find Vuong’s Field Notes here. His first collection of poems is Night Sky with Exit Wounds.

top image: cestvibe, via unsatin