Reflections from a walk on the beach.

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It was January.

We were walking on the beach, and it was sunny for a winter day — but even with the sunshine dancing in the sky, it was cold. So cold that the tears dried upon my face. We walked in silence for a while, the sound of the waves mixing with the sound of my tears.

The evening before, I had been told by my doctor’s that our pregnancy wasn’t going to be viable. …

Lessons from a garden.

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I’ve never been a gardener, and yet, I now have a garden.

There are azaleas, and there are hydrangeas, and there are peonies and magnolia trees. There are plants I cannot name and trees I’ve never seen, and birds that sing to us in the morning and at night — perhaps that’s what happens when you move into the woods.

Yesterday I noticed that the azalea bush next to our kitchen window is blooming — but there is a considerable chunk of it that is still a cluster of sticks.

My husband says we need to prune it.

My father-in-law…

Gentle reminders for the ones who worry too much.

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I’m a worrier.

When I was younger, I worried about skeletons. I worried about bugs. I worried about something terrible happening to my parents and my brother and never seeing them again. I worried about mean people, and I worried that I was too nice and worried about everyone getting along. When my worries bubbled to the surface, my mom would find the words to introduce me to a sense of calm.

Now, I still worry about hurting other people’s feelings. I worry about strangers on the news I’ve never met. I worry about the spiders outside that I’m convinced…

Sometimes, knowing what you don’t want is just as important as knowing what you do.

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It’s graduation season.

College seniors worldwide are leaving their cocoon of learning and love and the life that they’re known for the past four years and emerging into the workforce — hopefully. Students I taught when they were fourteen are now grown adults seeking to find their place in the world. They have hearts full of hope and ideas that make me proud and are itching to make things with their hands and leave footprints on hearts wherever they go.

It’s a beautiful time, it truly is — but it can be scary, too — for sometimes, the plan you…

A poem

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I love the way art takes up space.

It takes up space in your home:
on your computer, and
on your walls, and
on your television, and
on the table beside your bed,
but it claims a bit of real estate in your heart, too.

I love the way a song that you love can feel as if it’s part of your bloodstream,
as if it fuses with the salt of your tears,
as if the melody itself is what turns the corners of your mouth into a smile.

I love the way the stories that you read, and the…

You’re allowed to feel it all.

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Her name is Lara.

She is pregnant, and her body isn’t taking to it as kindly as it once did. It’s been four years since she has her first child — and so, she is four years older than when she first gave birth, and she has a toddler who is running around, something that didn’t happen her first time around. She is a wonderful mother, wife, friend, sister, and daughter, but she is in pain. Her back is hurting, and her knees are hurting, and she has trouble finding something to eat that doesn’t want to make her throw up. But she doesn’t…

A poem

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When your soul whispers, slow down; I hope you stop and listen.

I hope you listen to the laughter of your loved ones,
and music that makes your heart feel like it could sing,
and the sounds of Mother Nature buzzing outside your window.

I hope you count the magic in your mornings, like
the cups of coffee swirled with cinnamon, and
the way the sunlight breaks through your blinds, and
the quiet peace that falls upon your house like a blanket.

I hope you stop to have a meal that nourishes your body, and blesses your soul, and that…

Nobody gets to tell you who or how to love.

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My Nonna initially met my grandfather when she was sixteen.

It was a Saturday night, and they both were at the only movie theatre in the area.

At that time, there was an intermission, so the employees at the theatre could switch the reels of film. They had to wait for the reels to be brought from the next town.

Nonna was wearing a bright pink sweater that stuck out from the crowd. She was sitting by herself, dark hair pinned back from her face, intently playing her crossword puzzle.

My grandfather saw her and was immediately transfixed. And then…

A poem

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I hope you find wonder everywhere you look.

I hope you find it when you step outside and gaze up at the sky. I hope you marvel at the blue of the sky, the white of the clouds, and how the birds seem to know the song you keep within your heart. I hope you are in awe of the size of the trees — how they tower above us all, how they remain standing, even after the snow, and sleet, and rain, and storms. …

Megan Minutillo

I write essays and poetry about life lessons, love, relationships, and self-awareness. More info: Find me on Instagram: @meganminutillo.

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