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This Is For The Heart.

This is for the heart. The pulsing beat directing its life through us, directing us, and keeping the song going through our lives.

This is for the tender heart, the heart that feels music so fully, that hears beautiful words and weeps, and for the heart that opens so beautifully for not only the light but also the darkness. That softens and dances so easily, and leans into beautiful moments grasping them. The tender heart that saturates love with ease, with grace.

This is for the mourning heart, the stopped heart, stopped-time-aching-writhing-pressing-yourself-against-the-floor-in-the-night heart, the screaming-into-the-sky heart, the heart of mourning that burns fast and hard, and feels as though it has broken through your rib cage.

The heart that lies in the fetal position, and cracks open with loss, this is the passage-of-life heart. The mother of all circles and the compassion of life heart.

This is for the mother heart… the weaving-the-web-of-our-cries-of-loving-beyond-yourself heart, the unconditional heart. The staring-at-your-baby-sleep-and-smelling-the-sweetness-of-milk-breath-and-sadness-of-the-power-of-this-love heart, the selfless heart, the unpredictable-pain-of-so-much-love-for-a-being heart.

This is for the rejected heart, the heart that aches with simultaneous anger and sadness, the heart that slows to the breath of aloneness and change, the heart of impermanence. The unrequited heart. The heart that wants and yearns and breaks.

This is for the joyous heart, the heart that speeds up to the pulse of your dance, to your singsong voice, to your laughter. To the beauty that leaves you speechless in your moment of joy, so you want to envelope the moment and bring it even closer.

The joyous heart that breaks open with the love, that whispers Right now, I am happy. The how-we-become-one-with-these-moments-and-surrender-to-our-happiness heart.

And this is for the heart in love. The one that feels the whispers and soft breath, the euphoria of skin on skin, and the never-could-you-ever-be-more-than-this moment of recognition of love.

This is for the heart with wanderlust, whose fearless burst of flames propels us to unknown places. The heart that calls us to abandon reason and sometimes lives, sometimes everything, so that we can see the openness and beauty of something new.

This is for the lusty heart that can never get enough, speaking in our own language and breathing life back into our core, as we reach into something far beyond and sacred than skin-to-skin and fill ourselves with the ancient poetry that binds us into timeless subjects. The wrapped-into-mornings-of-confessions heart.

To those hearts that we’ve loved in retrospect, to those that we have loved in secret, to those that we have opened our hearts outstretched and ready, to those that have broken us, and to those that have made us believe again. To those that we have forgiven for not knowing how to love us, and for those we could not be ready to love…

… this is life. Let us live it fully, and forgive… it is fleeting and fragile. And at the core, we are most certainly the same.



JerichoRellJericho Rell is in love with the island she inhabits, and a lover of the sea and adventure. She divides her time between being a radio DJ, a mother, a student, a massage therapist, an actress, and a fashion host. She also has a deep love and appreciation for the beautiful symphony that comes together from our souls through our words. You can follow her blog or find her on Facebook.


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