+ Her Barefoot Heart
and then the day came
when she opened her fingers,
relaxing the chokehold she had
on things that no longer seemed
so important.
and in that releasing,
the fronds of her heart unfurled,
the leaves becoming steps
allowing entry to
more goodness
than she’d dared
dream possible.
~~ :: ~~
today’s altar: release
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and in that releasing,
the fronds of her heart unfurled,
the leaves becoming steps
allowing entry to
more goodness
than she’d dared
dream possible.so exquisite! I took a short walk in the forest this morning and saw ferns like step ladders…and as I read your writing I could see them lush and green, unfolding and reaching up towards possibility.
and my heart fronds unfurl a wee bit more . . .