Heart Healing

As we gather in our virtual circle this morning with spring freshening the air, I am reminded of the cool weekend and especially the morning of Saturday. It was early when I saw the sign for a garage sale, a sure sign of spring. There were no material needs at the forefront of my mind and it was COLD, but I stopped to browse anyway.

The old quilted heart caught my eye and I was surprised by its softness as I picked it up for an embrace. It was worn and it was obvious that it contained a history of highs and lows. Loose stitches and some remarkably intact. I bought it for a quarter on a whim that it held healing power for me and so we began.

A sage smoke bath and lots of cuddles to its softness brought back sweet memories of times long gone and some just passed. I breathed into myself as I held the heart to mine and cleansing was moving through. My heart fluttered like a butterfly and in that moment I met more of me.

Original innocence is what my Navajo teacher calls it and years ago over a late night fire he told me I needed to go back there. I wondered if it was possible to return to that innocence when I was thinking, speaking, and acting in ways far from there. Like an onion peeling layers of pain and creating tears, I tried. I still have a ways to go but much has spiraled through healing.

Living vulnerable can be risky but is worth it. We are each being called to return to our full presence loving. I am prompted to ask you if there is healing happening in your heart today. Are you feeling the power of presence? Can you forget yourself to love another in the moment? Is unconditional love really without condition? Are you receiving love, truly receiving without barriers of unworthiness, fear, or expectation? What else comes to your mind when you ponder the giving and receiving of the miracle of love? Wherever we are in the journey of love, we have a next level to travel. What is your next level?

I invite you to meet it with a soft heart that might be worn but is ready to heal its history. Life is always holding up a mirror for us to see what is happening within . What a blessing it is to be given exactly what is needed to be our best.

I will have the precious quilted heart here if you are ready for heart healing. Call for an appointment if you are ready to tend to the tender you. This Meandering was written in a restaurant last night after the shamanic class. As I finished it a man from across the way stood and went to the woman on the other side of the table. He sat close to her, gave her a hug and kissed her. Their smiles lit up the room and I felt blessed to feel their joy and their love. I do not know their story and I imagine it contains highs and lows as all of our stories do. In the moment of then though he chose to go to her.

Where and to whom are you choosing to go? Perhaps a trip to yourself is the next step or perhaps there is someone you are led to step towards. Happy steps.

Love,
Dane