Shelter from The Storm

Dear friend,

It was a quiet day in many ways.
My mind replaying images of the vets,
nursing the feeling of a tender heart.

Like a little bird
having weathered a storm.

At home, resting now—nested in bone and soft tissue.

The strongest muscle in our bodies.

You know it produces a magnetic field stronger than the brain’s?

So much of our lives we censor ourselves,
trying to be good to get love.

The tyranny of perfectionism stalks the land
and sneaks into our homes through the air.

We forget that our hearts are transmitters.

We can breathe into them,
sending ripples of love out into the world.

Imagine a golden light in the centre of your chest,
filling your body, the room, the street—
expanding until it envelops the whole world.

From space, the blue pearl is aglow with a golden halo of light.

We do that,
when we open our hearts.

Tender though they may be.

Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey