When the terrain of my heart is altered by something seismic, I tend to put my palms to the sky and seek grounding experiences that fortify and illuminate.
I openly wander and embrace spontaneity. Finding it pushing me towards deep breathing and delight.
My chest, for days now, has been heavy and tight. Constricting as my love changes shape. The love is ever present – never waning but it is in an altered state….somewhere mid-mutation.
I am on a dinner date with myself.
In a setting of dim lights and aromas and exotic tastes aplenty. My heart beat, here in this deep cozy becoming more recognizable.
I am somehow compelled to share this with you. Whomever you are.