Your Heart is Your Prayer

Dear one,

Your heart is your prayer. Don’t lock it away. Let it fly and be broken.

Don’t be afraid of your emotions. The pain, terror, awe, beauty, brokenness — inside it is your raw animas. The pure energy of your tears is more powerful than you can imagine. Don’t turn your back on that.

I know it is scary. But we need your broken heart, your imperfection, your bleeding body and your tortured mind. The storm is inside you. Let it be free. Let it rage, and sweep away the old things which must die.

And just when you think you can go no further, surrender to the tumult. Let it take you deeper into the ocean of grief. Let it hold you afloat and toss you against the rocks, let it shatter your bones and bleed you blue and dry.

And then, eventually, the storm will pass, and the sun will shine on the strand where you made your last stand, and your quiet heart will quicken.