this winter’s explorations

How to say it? I’ve become a mold hollowed by my sufferings: all to be filled by my heart,

which has slipped its casing completely, pouring itself into the contours of my being.

Now it washes everywhere: behind my eyes, my lips, inside my fingers.

Now, wherever you touch me, you touch my heart.

~Mark Nepo

when I lean into the moment of revelation….

inquiry for today~ there is no real timeline for wondering…..

how hearts heal

Everything that is in the heavens, on earth,

and under the earth is penetrated with

connectedness, penetrated with relatedness.

~Hildegard of Bingen

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