I will continue to write about the heart until my own has stopped beating. Perhaps it’s more accurate to say that the heart is what writes. For this I am grateful and this gratitude occupies a lot of my attention.
The heart is the physical manifestation of my spirit. It regulates everything. If I don’t speak from my heart, then my spirit resides in chains. And the body sags and struggles when the heart-spirit isn’t given full range of motion.
I am always learning about what it means to live free of tethers, free of boxes, free of constriction. I think it means approaching the clichés in life with dignity. Sometimes it means claiming my right to breathe new life into clichés. Always it means that I am true to myself. True to my own Yes (the impetus for my existence).
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