Sometimes my heart feels tired. Like We can get so busy we don't realise the tremors and tears we are causing our bodies. We churn out duties and demands like we'Te machines. We treat our days like timetables. But we are not machines. And our days are not timetables. We are tender, soft, incredible creatures of light and our hearts are meant for living and discoursing in profound and genuine connection. Our days are meant for spontaneity and serendipity and walking bare feet on grass and sand and soil. Playing too. Feeling there is always enough time, always enough time to do the things that prove we are so deeply alive. And so I will remind myself of this gentle and constant truth before I sleep and as I begin my day and as many times as I need through it too because I will not be one who lost out on her days because she forgot she was so much than her duties. SC Lourie/butterfliesandpellles