warm and wild and brave
a poem from the archives
A heart extends itself
in the rays of a playful sun
atop mountain peaks in the morning,
stretching and sliding across the hills,
spreading through the sleepy valley,
igniting the tired terrain.
A heart is warm and wild and brave,
skipping through forbidden forests
with the spark of a child
holding hands with the ancient knowledge
that all secret places are meant to be explored.
A heart unapologetically unearths
the truths that other frightened
parts of us have buried
deep beneath the dirt,
afraid to hold them but afraid to let go.
A heart discovers what we keep
below the surface where the roots creak
with the yearning to be watered,
weary of being struck
with the unforgiving metal
of desperate shovels,
crying for the space to be silent and seen.
“the truths that other frightened
parts of us have buried
deep beneath the dirt,
afraid to hold them but afraid to let go.”
These words resonate with me in such a beautiful way. I’m grateful, again and again, for your words and light, friend. 🌿