musings of the heart
What if we imagined our hearts as fierce, radiant, and discerning rather than fragile and in need of shielding and armor? What if we listened to and moved with the rhythm of our own heartbeat? What if the strength of our pulse, our inner song, was its own form of protection? What if the flow of harmony was stronger than the stagnation of pride?
working through jealousy
Remembering my own humanity, beyond the jealousy “demon,” I realized that much like the courageous, tender-hearted people who ask for my support, I too, deserved to receive support.