The Heart Space

It is not the man who has all the flowers in the world that is lucky, but it is the man who has one flower and calls it luck.

Be it anger, guilt, sadness, grief or loss, let that pain flow through you, transform you from the inside out and show you a brand new way of being. So that you can start again. Brand new.

There is this taste of sweetness lingering in the air. I’ve known it for some time now—the sweet nectar of healing.

Let’s do a check-in! It’s been a while since we last crossed each other’s mind, hasn’t it?

I left the room with the rose—the rose with no damaged petals. No one knew the significance of that rose better than me.

All things retreat and rest in this season. So we humans must listen to our body and honor its need for rest. Find the rest that you have been needing and set out some time to partake in it.

This sacred space of mine doesn’t have to meet anyone else’s standards and doesn’t care for their approval. But home these days looks more like the small abode painted in dreamy pastels on my canvas some years ago.

True kindness leaves footprints on our hearts. For in its presence, we feel loved—a sense of hope, a reminder of home. And once it departs, we are forever changed.

Kindness is the bridge that connects the dark to the light, the rock that fills the gap between divides, the flickering candle in a room full of darkness, and the first ray of sunlight after a long dark night.

You see, one of the most beautiful things about standing and living in our own truth is that it frees us and heals us; it also empowers others to do the same.

In order to have compassion and love for others, we must first have compassion and love for ourselves—to accept, honor and care for the woundedness within us.

A great poet once said, “Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves…” Sit with the questions now and let the passage of time guide you to the answers.