Where is the place that I put my sorrow?

Black and white line Drawing micron pen

 

Where is the place that I put my sorrow?

It no longer ebbs and flows with the moon or blood, but rises unbidden

In the early morning.

It caught me unaware as I walked out of a dream.

There it was.

A gossamer woven through my connective tissue

Holding, unyielding, unbidden, unseen until

I called upon compassion, counted the flowers of my blessings

The sorrow rose,

To be held.

Bathed in love, the threads loosen, open, dissolve

Into the one heart.

image ©2012 Occupy Your Heart

The importance of small acts

Original Artwork

Today is a day of small acts. I’m grounding and settling myself through the domestic routines of  laundry, tidying and sorting. Perhaps it is a daring, political act to value and enjoy these simple tasks. Our culture delights in creating dopamine fueled jolts of excitement, but if I don’t value the everyday, the ordinary, who will? May particles of love and blessings saturate all that I touch today.