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A Soft Sunrise: Her Heart is Quiet Today
Her heart is quiet today.
Taking a breath.
Looking inward.
It was full to overflowing yesterday to see the face of one of her favorite humans.
Happy to live in a world where humans like that existed.
Looking forward to a long night’s restful sleep.
But her sleep was anything but restful.
It was fitful.
Disjointed.
Questioning.
But when she awoke, her heart was quiet.
It whispered to her reassuringly as she moved mindfully through her morning practice.
Concentrating on the soothing act of brushing her teeth, sitting on the edge of her bed, feet up in her favorite position, arms resting on her knees.
And then brushing her hair, allowing herself to wonder for just a moment how it would feel with his hands running through it.
Focusing on the conscious task of making her bed, turning on the fairy lights, placing each pillow just so. Folding the fluffy blanket at the end of the bed.
It calmed her senses and felt like a moving meditation, not unlike her morning pages practice.
There was a soft, loving reminder in the back of her mind as she moved through her morning chores.
Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.
After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.
It became like a mantra to her as she held her heart in her gentle hands and stroked it like she would the soft baby chick hair of her children when they were babies.
Delighting in the way it felt beneath her fingers.
Oh, to have those quiet moments back again.
Instead of the sadness and angst of the past several years.
Always bracing her heart for another twist. Another unexpected turn.
But now, her heart was quiet.
She moved about her sanctuary with her thoughts, acknowledging each one…
