It was sore,
Really sore.
Really tender
Really achey.
I noticed the stories.
I noticed a desire to build a wall around this heart, a tower or mighty fortress castle.
noticing the bricks & mortar & concrete & steel supplies, the architectural drawings & the labour force.
A More Herculean task than building the Great pyramid of Khufu
I noticed the desire for the project to be completed & all walls up, drawbridge up.
I watched it & felt it & kept noticing.
Really really feeling.
But if there’s one thing I’ve learnt in this lifetime, it’s that this heart was not made to be behind ANY walls.
NO matter how much it might desire that.
No matter How sore it feels.
No matter the mind & stories.
The agreement is no walls.
The building contract is null & void,
The architects, project managers & workers are all set free
The materials are all repurposed to better uses.
Does it hurt sometimes?
Absolutely.
Is that ok?
Absolutely.
Can I keep on keeping on?
Absolutely.
Can my heart pump red blood anyway?
Absolutely.