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I'm not comfortable making this confession, but I said I was writing for 5 minutes and I am. So. No editing, plenty of judgment and several hours later, here goes.
It has been a long time since I allowed myself to have heart’s desires of any size or shape or color or flavor. I’ve been willing to accept, to step aside, to settle for whatever shows up (or doesn’t) as being fine.
To hell with fine!
My heart and her desires are worth more than fine - that apathetic, not believing in much other than status quo fine.
My heart’s desire is for more.
More what, heart?
More relationships with people who “get” my vision and who are not easily swallowed up by scarcity and lack and shoulds.
My heart desires passionate people with ferociously mindful appetites for laughter, words, complex discussions and are devoted to optimistic, aligned action.
My heart desires independence from conventionality.
My heart desires an open home, open to others – guests welcome – especially ones like I listed above for five minute couchsurfing relationships to lifetime connectedness. My heart desires belly laughter, purple and orange and yellow and green? Where does green come, not usually a favored color.
My heart desires compassion. Understanding. Loving impatience.
My heart desires blank pages, organization and abundant prosperity, passion and purpose - - -
and the timer goes off and my heart desires more attention... more to come.