You plus him will not make you complete. You plus her will not make you complete. No one else can save you. No one else is going to complete you. You have to be your own hero. On that day you will be complete.
—  You are Your Own Hero | Nikita Gill

I’m in love with words.

I’m in love with the way I can take these emotions - these intangible things - and put them down on paper. And after the initial feelings fade, I can go back years and years later and feel the same emotions again just by reading the words I once wrote.

But the one thing I love more than words are the moments that cannot be put down on paper. Moments so special that there are no words to describe them.

There are so many things they don’t teach us in school. So many important things are neglected, not even spoken of, let alone taught. Things like how to deal with the death of a loved one. How to calm down after a panic attack. How to stand up after life knocks you down. How to love people. How to be loved in return. How to live through disasters. How to not to hold yourself together when your world is falling apart. How to live with a broken heart. How to live with illness. How to deal with abandonment. How to listen to your soul. How to accept yourself. How to forgive other people. But sure. Tell me again how calculus and algebra are important too.
—  Things They Don’t Teach Us at School | Nikita Gill
Touch is so important between people. A gentle sweep of someone’s hair from their face. Holding someone’s hand when they need it. The wiping of a tear. Reaching out to help up someone who has fallen. You hold kindness, such gentleness in the tips of your fingers. And why not? After all, your fingertips are so sensitive that if each of your fingers were little earths, you would feel the difference between the weight and shape of a tree and the forest on each one. And like the earth, your fingertips have the ability to heal those you love, but also to harm them. Choose to be the gentle breeze to those forests, not the forest fire that destroys them.
—  Worlds at Your Fingertips | Nikita Gill

I started leaving poems in her shoes in the morning. She had used the shoes as a form of quiet protest, so I decided I would use them to make a quiet stand for hope. When one of your primary strategies as a parent involves leaving Wendell Berry’s “Mad Farmer Liberation Front” in your child’s shoe, it’s clear things aren’t going well.

What I wanted her to know is: People have been in pain before, struggled to find hope, and look what they’ve done with it. They made poetry that landed right in your shoe, the same shoe you didn’t wear for four months because of your despair.


The most optimistic people often struggle the hardest. They can’t quite square what’s going on in the world with their beliefs, and the disparity is alarming.

—  Beautiful New York Times essay by Betsy MacWinnery about how she brought her daughter back from the brink of suicide with the poetry of Wendell Berry and Mary Oliver.