The eyes are how you meet the world.They take in the light, the faces, the beauty and the sorrow of all you see.And they hold, within them, the tender waters of feeling. Tears are how the eyes soften.They wash, they… Read More ›
Someone says they are fine.And you know they are not.The words are ordinary, the smile is in place,and yet you feel it,the sadness beneath the sentence,the tension under the calm,the thing they are not saying at all. You are not… Read More ›
There is an itch that lives at the very base of you.Between the toes, along the soles,in the quiet places where you meet the ground. It burns a little. It asks to be scratched.And it keeps returning, this restlessness at… Read More ›
You know how to hold space for others.You can sense their pain,soothe their wounds,help them soften and open and heal.And yet, when it comes to your own heart,you stay behind a quiet wall,tending everyone but yourself. You are not a… Read More ›
It began, as these things so often do, I was pulled toward a zoomed in view of a single rose. I found myself drawn toward it before I even understood that I had arrived somewhere, pulled into attention the way… Read More ›
Of all the organs you carry, the heart is the one we speak of when we speak of love.We say a heart is heavy, or full, or broken.We say it aches, it softens, it hardens, it opens. The body seems… Read More ›
You love them.You know they are safe.And still, when they come close,something in you quietly holds back.A part of your heart stays behind glass,watching, guarding,even when there is nothing to fear. You are not cold.You are not incapable of closeness.Something… Read More ›
Your heart is speaking.Not in words, but in rhythm.A flutter. A quickening. A sudden skip in the quiet of your chest. It catches your attention, this stirring.It asks you to pause, to place a hand where it beats, to listen…. Read More ›
There is an aliveness in you.A warmth, a softness, a sensual currentthat is simply part of being human.And yet you keep it tucked away,quieted, guarded,as though letting it showwould be somehow unsafe, or shameful, or too much. You are not… Read More ›
It happened again. And this time I was carried further, and through more doorways, than I have easy words to hold. I was pulled, the way I always am, inward and forward at once, and I found myself standing inside… Read More ›