Congratulations and blessing to you, beautiful, beautiful human. I am beyond grateful that your soul being in a body coincided with my soul being in a body, and that I have the honour of hearing your divine words. Love to you.
I have a reminder on my phone that goes off every evening asking me: “what can’t you imagine being grateful for?” after hearing you talk in a recent podcast about that and the poem you read here at the end, Tincture, is a perfect example of that same message 💕 you help me think and feel deeply about things that matter. Congratulations on the new title! I’m excited that even more people will get to feel and think deeply with you!
Congratulations, SO well-deserved! Tincture made me an instant fan after hearing you read it on We Can Do Hard Things. Now I'm savoring the rest of your work through your books and videos - your words are true magic, delightful and such potent medicine. Thank you from the depths of my lil ol resonating heart. I am so grateful.
First, congratulations on becoming Poet Laureate of CO. When I first heard all I thought was: THANK GOD. Second, I so love, love this poem. Last year I had a medical emergency that almost killed me, took months of recovery, and it’s a new way to see. Now when I am having a hard day I think: remember when all you wanted was to be able to drink a glass of water by yourself, whenever you wanted to? Thank you for sharing you. 🙏
Wow, you got to Denver the year after I left. I lived there 7 years, on Corona....1133, I still remember that beautiful brownstone building with the gorgeous mahogany staircase up to my teeny tiny studio apt with a home made twin size waterbed. Imiss that apartment. Made my way up to Grand Lake where I rented a house believed to have been stayed at by Buffalo Bill and Calamity Jane. Geez, I miss that place too.
What's funny is I live in Maine today, your home state and I couldn't be happier for you Andrea. I love you and your poetry. Peace2u's
Andrea, I am so pleased for you. You definitely deserve this honor. Your thoughtful poetry and kind heart will serve you well as you serve in this position.
CONGRATULATIONS, ANDREA! Thank you for doing what you do and with such love and courage. You'll be a phenomenal poet laureate for Colorado. Well deserved. Thank you too for this: "Sometimes grief is the fastest route to truth", and this: "Be brave enough to make art nobody loves but you" and this (from Bobby) "The poet, when effective, is not merely a writer of words, but a cultural worker—a healer who uses the alchemy of language to mend the broken and bind the wounds of our collective spirit. The poet is a conductor and conduit of a world that begs us to see and celebrate our profound relationship to it. We are more than literature; we are cultural translators, humble prophets, communal visionaries. We are stewards and servants of humanity and emotion, dreamers and realists inseparably entwined.”
I learned first from a news article that Colorado is lucky enough to have you as its poet laureate and it made me feel so light and happy. Thank you for all you've done to get here and in advance for all you will do. Thanks too for your poem. After a week in ICU for pneumonia, followed by 14 days in the hospital, and 20 days in rehab, my 89-year-old Dad and 87-year-old Mom are on the way home, driving their motor home four hours each day and refusing help from everyone. Dad is only able to walk with a walker, and Mom, though strong for 87, has her own frailties. It was hard to understand why they would do this and set everyone to worrying. But two things gave me a clue. The first was my Dad's voice, so full of joy when he told me that, after a stop at a rest area due to vehicle trouble, they'd solved the problem and he'd even gotten out and closed the hood without getting dizzy or falling over. That, combined with your poem, told me that their souls are in their bodies, and they're loving every minute and they will continue to do that until they have no more bodies, and I'm really glad for that. So thanks for the answer to a question I was struggling with and for the peace that comes with the answer. I love you!
Thank you so much for this. I know you’ll understand what I’m saying when I say that I couldn’t to wait until you were done to grab my own pen and notebook. ❤️
“Tell us again about goosebumps...” I have them right now. Congratulations, Poet Laureate! I am so grateful to be learning about you and your work.
You are an antidote to the fakery in the world.
Congratulations and blessing to you, beautiful, beautiful human. I am beyond grateful that your soul being in a body coincided with my soul being in a body, and that I have the honour of hearing your divine words. Love to you.
I have a reminder on my phone that goes off every evening asking me: “what can’t you imagine being grateful for?” after hearing you talk in a recent podcast about that and the poem you read here at the end, Tincture, is a perfect example of that same message 💕 you help me think and feel deeply about things that matter. Congratulations on the new title! I’m excited that even more people will get to feel and think deeply with you!
Congratulations, SO well-deserved! Tincture made me an instant fan after hearing you read it on We Can Do Hard Things. Now I'm savoring the rest of your work through your books and videos - your words are true magic, delightful and such potent medicine. Thank you from the depths of my lil ol resonating heart. I am so grateful.
Tincture... thank you... 🙏 ...
First, congratulations on becoming Poet Laureate of CO. When I first heard all I thought was: THANK GOD. Second, I so love, love this poem. Last year I had a medical emergency that almost killed me, took months of recovery, and it’s a new way to see. Now when I am having a hard day I think: remember when all you wanted was to be able to drink a glass of water by yourself, whenever you wanted to? Thank you for sharing you. 🙏
Wow, you got to Denver the year after I left. I lived there 7 years, on Corona....1133, I still remember that beautiful brownstone building with the gorgeous mahogany staircase up to my teeny tiny studio apt with a home made twin size waterbed. Imiss that apartment. Made my way up to Grand Lake where I rented a house believed to have been stayed at by Buffalo Bill and Calamity Jane. Geez, I miss that place too.
What's funny is I live in Maine today, your home state and I couldn't be happier for you Andrea. I love you and your poetry. Peace2u's
Andrea, I am so pleased for you. You definitely deserve this honor. Your thoughtful poetry and kind heart will serve you well as you serve in this position.
CONGRATULATIONS, ANDREA! Thank you for doing what you do and with such love and courage. You'll be a phenomenal poet laureate for Colorado. Well deserved. Thank you too for this: "Sometimes grief is the fastest route to truth", and this: "Be brave enough to make art nobody loves but you" and this (from Bobby) "The poet, when effective, is not merely a writer of words, but a cultural worker—a healer who uses the alchemy of language to mend the broken and bind the wounds of our collective spirit. The poet is a conductor and conduit of a world that begs us to see and celebrate our profound relationship to it. We are more than literature; we are cultural translators, humble prophets, communal visionaries. We are stewards and servants of humanity and emotion, dreamers and realists inseparably entwined.”
I learned first from a news article that Colorado is lucky enough to have you as its poet laureate and it made me feel so light and happy. Thank you for all you've done to get here and in advance for all you will do. Thanks too for your poem. After a week in ICU for pneumonia, followed by 14 days in the hospital, and 20 days in rehab, my 89-year-old Dad and 87-year-old Mom are on the way home, driving their motor home four hours each day and refusing help from everyone. Dad is only able to walk with a walker, and Mom, though strong for 87, has her own frailties. It was hard to understand why they would do this and set everyone to worrying. But two things gave me a clue. The first was my Dad's voice, so full of joy when he told me that, after a stop at a rest area due to vehicle trouble, they'd solved the problem and he'd even gotten out and closed the hood without getting dizzy or falling over. That, combined with your poem, told me that their souls are in their bodies, and they're loving every minute and they will continue to do that until they have no more bodies, and I'm really glad for that. So thanks for the answer to a question I was struggling with and for the peace that comes with the answer. I love you!
Thank you so much for this. I know you’ll understand what I’m saying when I say that I couldn’t to wait until you were done to grab my own pen and notebook. ❤️
Many congratulations to you. :).
Congratulations! What a well deserved honor!
Congratulations! Thank you for sharing so much with us, and whose journey of finding so much joy in life is truly inspiring.
Congratulations and thank you. Chronic illness often leaves me feeling caged in my body. This was very helpful.