I sit here on my couch in the night, a soft glow coming from the salt lamp in the corner.
I begin to think of my day yesterday, and nature and the flowers there. The smell of the earth was moist, and the river flowed in the most beautiful way, moving as though it owned the land it flowed upon.
I thought of relationships, and how grateful I am for the hard times which nearly killed me, for they brought me to this moment.
And I realized what it means to have ones “heart full”.
I heard a woman say hers was full a few days back, and I wondered to myself what that might feel like.
Tonight, I think I know.
And I am grateful.