i have the image in my mind of the old heart that no longer serves me, it is withering. I thought I should repair its wounds, weave it in with the new but that has not seemed to work. instead it hangs by a couple threads to the new heart which anxiously awaits to shine, anew, on it's own. there is no use to hanging on to a safety blanket which covers the heart which is a truer expression of my essence...
the old is, like a scab, falling away.
so, i am stepping in to a new phase, with open arms and open soft eyes, ready to experience the world.
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