Sometimes

 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