Matters of the Heart
The water pounded against the curved walls of her beating heart.
As the pressure built,
She agreed to allow droplets to seep their way through the cracks she had carefully hidden from the outside world,
Observing the ripples each one created as it flowed into the great pool.
Her anxious mind assured questions were fired at an overwhelming speed.
What if she got lost out there?
How would she protect herself if the current grew dangerous?
And worse, what if all the magic she had preserved got washed ashore,
Left on it's own, alone, to disintegrate, to die?
Battling with this awareness,
She came to understand that it was simply ok to not know.
That the answers lay within the mystery of the unfolding journey of her heart,
And the richness of her experience depended greatly on her courage
To fall with vulnerability into the depths of these waters,
Knowing she would not be left to drown.
Filling her lungs until her ribs ached,
The droplets became a trickle,
And the trickle became a stream,
And she fell openly and graciously
Into a place of gentleness and hope
For a heart that is allowed to overflow.