On our grateful walk this morning,
I sat humbled with Bella
as my heart translated
the love and wisdom of Mother Nature.
She spoke of compassion with pink rays,
shined light through the shadows and
sent love through a heart-shaped cloud.
May today find
your mind quieting
to hear the heart’s translation
of life.
-Jenny and Bella
On our grateful walk, I took notice of my critical voice. For the first time, I allowed myself to sit with her in compassion. From this perspective, I became aware of why I still entertained her presence as this voice feels she can give me something to do to feel safe, liked and loved. My critical voice judges my appearance according to model standards yet that is not my profession and has nothing to do with what I find truly beautiful in someone. While I can appreciate the wrapping, it is the gifts on the inside that holds true beauty to me. My critical voice has judged my worth according to my bank account and materialistic possessions yet I’ve discovered...
There are no combination of words
that I've found to describe
witnessing a wounded heart
remember its sacredness again
when finding purpose in the pain,
peace in the chaos
and love in the lesson.
My heart's garden
On our grateful walk this weekend, Bella spotted a baby iguana in the process of molting. I thought about how part of the truth found in nature is that letting gois a necessary part of growing.Trees let go of leavesto keep growing.A butterfly lets go of being a caterpillarto keep growing.Iguanas and other reptiles shed their skinto keep growing.I’ve been weeding outwhat it has been time to let go ofin my heart’s gardento witnesspeace expanding and compassion sprouting up,as I grow.May today find yourheart’s gardennaturally letting goallowing peace to growand your inner beauty to continue to bloom.-Jenny and Bella
