Got any plans this week? Maybe consider why you really should reread a book you loved as a kid, or supporting the exploration and celebration of the literally countless women in LDS history in a fascinating Kickstarter!

If you live somewhere with warming outside weather, learn the true signs of drowning, and if gardens are more your thing, download this app to identify plants you come across.

If you want to flex your heart and empathy muscles, read about empty arms and the book for those struggling with that weight, and consider how the talk and doctrine of family can be uncomfortable and painful for more people than you may think.

Then, when fulfilling the measure of your creation does and doesn’t work out as you planned, when the size of your life isn’t the size of your happy, and a wonderful letter by Hugh B. Brown on what doubt contributes to faith.

Then, wonderfully, the latest Segullah journal is live online!

This week’s First Draft Poetry is created by Melonie about a woman pioneer wondering if angels are with her, mused from the She Shall Be An Ensign opportunity.

Pioneer Angels

Who lifts my tired hands

and laces these worn shoes?

I watch the lacing bob

through the eyelets –

my fingers have a will of their own.

Today,

I move forward.

Tonight,

my legs will seem to swing themselves

into the wagon

and bend as spoons, filled with the day.

Who lays me down?

Who pulls the quilt,

ragged and thin as a moth’s wing,

over my bony shoulders

against the perfect cold?

a cough

echoes in the chambers of my chest

and I wonder which reaches God first –

the rattle or the murmured prayers?

a crackle from a fire,

an ember leaps like a shooting star,

I sleep.

My dreams are breezes

being carried over the tops of yellow prairie grass

by a weightless hand.

Who is there?

Who is there between day and night?

sleeping and waking?

present and future?

The morning finds me.

I am lifted again.

I squint into the sun.