How old are you in your heart?

January 13, 2019

Good morning from the glider and I’m feeing my heart grow wider—released from the clutches of fear and comparison. Letting myself be gentler with myself and trusting Spirit more. It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s all ok. Keep writing, keep writing, stop fighting with yourself and remember to change the channel. A panel of judges could easily live within you stopping you from doing everything. And instead I welcome my allies and angels.

Come on in, make yourself at home. Let’s fly together. Where do you want to go? Towards the snow? Heave ho! Onwards to clarity and calm. Leave behind the jungle of judgement. Way past fear it’s clear. An army of doves holding you on the wings of love.

Share this, my love. For you are the dove. And keeping your art in your heart is too heavy. It’s time for light. It’s time for letting go and flying towards the snow. It’s time to be me, wild and free, even when wild and free to me is this pen on the page alone in my home in the morning.

I’m forty-two. And you? How old are you in your heart? Shine your heart star. Go far, go far. Walk on the stars from where you came, play the game and dance the dance. This life is not chance, it’s all divine artistry crafted for the highest good. And I surrender my part. I give my piece of the world puzzle up. Up, up and away floating into the future that is now, now, now. And wow. When I realize time passes I want to hold it and kiss its sweet head and get out of bed and live this precious life to the fullest.

-Melissa Renzi