When I saw this on my recent getaway, I saw a heart, a heart that needed to be tended to. A dear friend of mine saw "an opening"—to walk into; to guide towards; to new possibilities. An opening it is then. An opening to my heart.
I had packed one of my favorite books, Broken Open (which I highly, highly recommend), by Elizabeth Lesser. When I opened it, my eyes went straight to a passage where she asks, "was...the peace and clarity I was searching for already within me, waiting in the liquid gold of my feeling heart?" It was not an accident that I was led to that page; it was exactly what I needed to hear.
I decided to make space to listen to that feeling heart of mine, to "use my heart's compass on this journey", as Lesser writes. I began while up in those beautiful redwoods this past week.
I met up with some 'deer' friends.
I looked through the lens.
I sat at this desk and played in the silence.
I walked the labyrinth.
I danced by the light of the moon (really, I did).
And then I came home...to these precious loved ones. My heart is full.