Where your heart sings is where your feet will dance. Is it that simple? I know as well as you, that often that which causes us to dig deep and give from the core of our being puts us more in touch with raw beauty, the ache, the need, the desire to give from the depths of our very being. Yes it is that simple, but diving in and doing it is another thing.
The empty chair is waiting for someone to come and sit down, to reveal themselves, to share their story. The empty chair waits. Have you shared the secrets of your heart with yourself? I wonder if the cracks in my heart don’t grow the sweetest flowers? I wonder what life would be like if I didn’t know love? I wonder why anyone would be afraid to share the secrets of who they are? All of us have flaws, are thread-barren in parts and torn, is it not the beauty of the soul?
Heavy linen, with hand-stitched flowers, one thread at a time, pierced through, pull down, and repeat over and over….
Years later I put the heavy linen sheet, with hand-stitched flowers, on my bed. As I press it smooth with my hand, I trust that the soul who created this beauty had joy in her life. That she too slept with someone she loved under this sheet.
At the end of the day, time reflects what we have done, who we are becoming.
I hope to have the courage and grace to be who I am and allow others to do the same.
photos: Things around my house that use to belong to someone, and then ended up at the brocante fair, and then followed me home.
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