09/24/2021
Tell me, how did you keep your heart when the world turned its back?
How did you hold your grasp on hope when the universe flipped topsy-turvy and all that you knew turned to dust?
How did you regain your power when the room went black?
Tell me, in the hours of secret darkness, where we lie on the smooth white sheets and whisper into the shadows, how it is that you still resolve, again and forever again, to love the world even when she strikes out from the source of all her deep wells of pain?
How is it that you continue to light candles for miracles and throw pennies in fountains and wish on every last shooting star even when you are the holder of an infinities of abandonments?
How do you stay with yourself when the demons are grasping at your feet?
How do you hold yourself on the long and lonely nights?
How do you remember the birthright of your own sovereign belonging?
Remember,
Your heart is a benediction of miracles
Your heart is a five alarm fire that brings life to the darkest of spaces.
Your heart is a super hero phone booth transforming the ordinary into extraordinary in the blink of an eye.
Somewhere in the world they are considering your canonization to sainthood for the sheer fact of your tenacious insistence on turning to the light.
A little girl on the other side of the ocean sketches your exact heart in red crayon and her mother tacks it on the fridge because somehow she knows that this is a heart to remember.
A leaf on a small branch on a tree in Brooklyn is reaching a little harder for the sunlight because the breath In your lungs gives that much life even from thousand of miles away.
An old woman up north closes her eyes at night and watches you patch your own cracks with layers of glitter and gold and somehow she knows that there is more life left in her yet.
There is an altar in the middle of the forest in a land most consider make believe where your heart the symbol of the divine.
So, tell me, please, how did you keep your heart?
We need to know.
So that we may learn to keep our own hearts.
Safe in the protection of our rib cage,
Open to access every pinpoint of love.
Refusing to be subdued or claimed.
Building itself from the wreckage
Leaving the blueprints behind for all of the rest of us.
Tell me, how did you keep your heart?
We must know so that we find a way to save ourselves.
“ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ?”
Author ~ Jeannete LeBlanc
🌀Nicole
Sacred Wild Woman Medicine
Artist~Autumn Skye Art
