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.
