The only time you free it, is when you’re dreaming
I think everyone has their own Heart Pocket. A place where they keep their best memories, favorite moments, grandest feelings. A non-physical storage space to draw from to remember what it feels like to be loved, silly, invincible, or free.
Often times, I find myself believing that certain things aren’t possible. Though slowly, I’m beginning to teach myself to take note when I see someone living what I strive for. I store these mental notes in my Heart Pocket so that they’ll always be there when I feel almost out of hope.
Maybe you’ll fill your Heart Pocket with your best memories, or maybe with stories you hear that you think are worth keeping. The best thing about Heart Pockets is that the more they’re filled, the bigger they become. Sometimes, mine overflows with love and reaches those around me. That’s what it’s all about for me: how much love I have in my heart and what it takes to get me there.
We are all visited by emotions that don’t reflect the fullness of who we are. Self-doubt, anxiety, fear. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that we’re more than our worries and doubts, and it’s even harder trying to give these emotions loving kindness as they pass through us.
We all have things we’ve done that we’re not proud of, and we all have things about the past we wish we could change. Taking even a minute to breathe during moments of pain can allow the voice of who we really are to break through and whisper that we’re enough. Our pasts don’t define us. Who we are in every moment moving forward is what matters.
I don’t know how many times I’ve driven through a stunning sunset, wishing I had the courage to pull over and watch until dark. What is it about the seemingly incessant nudges from time that make us feel like we can’t do the things we really want to? Life is full of the smallest, quickest, most satisfying moments. We only have to be present for them.
There’s something romantic about the power of words. They can create worlds, feelings, and connections. If only we could extend this power just a little bit further, but then the human experience would be entirely different. Maybe it’s enough just to be able to image the worlds we want to create for ourselves. Maybe our imaginations are supposed to be there for us while we’re waiting for real life to catch up.
The Far North
I’ve always wondered where I’ll end up. Will I settle in one place or call many different places home? Sometimes, it seems like everywhere else is better than where I am now. The thing about moving is that we take our habits, thought processes, and personalities with us.
Maybe home isn’t a place but a state of being: a feeling we get when our souls feel content. Maybe if my soul is happy, then wherever I am, I am home.
For me, being outside brings me back home, and though there are millions of ways to describe the feeling nature brings, I can’t help but wonder if fewer words are better. We’re a part of nature; it’s our home, and I can’t help but believe that it fuels creativity.
Painful moments will always be a part of life, but when painful moments string into painful days, sometimes it seems like we’ll never be whole again. The only thing I’ve found that helps get me through hard moments or days is looking for the silver lining in every situation. Maybe that’s cliche; it’s certainly easier to think about than actually do. The best I can do is work my way into a place where I eventually feel positive emotion about things that used to hurt me. No matter how long it takes, it’s always worth the love it leaves in my heart.
At A Standstill
There is almost nothing better than being simultaneously humbled and enlivened by the Mountains. I think the Mountains are especially good at reminding us that our souls are wild and pure, just like them.
An Afternoon in London
I love the idea of strangers presenting us with life lessons in unsuspecting moments. Sometimes wisdom comes from those we never would have guessed, or from unassuming places.