Today I’m reading about the heart in the womb, its formation and beginning to beat between four and five weeks.
I honor the music of the beating of heart, my heart, connecting the cells in my body, bathing and nourishing the cells in a rhythm of growth and possibility. I feel my roots in pelvis and feet, grounded on this planet we share. I’m touched by the tiniest branches into which blood reaches, invites, and cleanses.
I’ve been in the South Bay checking out areas, climates, houses, and now I’m home. It’s been raining and the smell of wood smoke fills the air. It’s like when we moved here 44 years ago. I feel nourished in my cells by moisture, gratitude, and growth.
At times, I feel overwhelmed with possibilities, and in this moment, I feel peace. My heart has been beating and supporting me for many years. I trust it knows what I need and what draws me forward as I meet what comes and comes.
If you begin to understand what you are without trying to change it, then what you are undergoes a transformation.
Anne Frank wrote during the Holocaust “Whoever is happy will make others happy.”
And so water sinks into soil.