Day 31/100 - Open Again

Each and everyday I wake up and greet myself

A meeting with my heart I call it…

I inquire, as if my soul

were a person I’m just now getting to know

And I ask her…

Whatchya thinking about boo?

I call her cute names like boo, and bby, because she loves that sh*t

And when she’s got a lot to say she asks me to pull up a chair and sit

To create space and really listen

She loves it when I give her my undivided attention

And so I do…

And when that happens,

things I was previously confused about start making sense

A weight seems to feel like it’s lifting off of my chest

And my heart starts to feels open again