What Hangs In The Balance

Once upon a time, we all had Macie's heart.

A heart that's . . .

whole, tender, joyful, unblemished, and uncluttered,

free of other-inflicted and self-inflicted wounds,

authentic, curious, fearless, adventurous, and playful,

unquestioning of its worthiness, enoughness, and inherent beauty,

oblivious to hate, overflowing with love, and eager to share it – inclusively,

incapable of being hurtful and wholly undeserving of being hurt,

welcoming of all of its feelings and unabashed in their expression -

to name just a few of its seemingly limitless attributes.

Here’s the thing few seem to realize, WE STILL DO!

It's just buried under a small mountain of "you-know-what" that we picked up or was piled on top of it by others on our way to adulting.

But, trust me, it's still there, gasping for air, just waiting - longing - to be uncovered and set free. And, with daily commitment and intention, it can be.

What’s the first step?

The next time you find yourself with a “shovel” in your hands and a choice between adding to or subtracting from “The Pile” (yours or another's), pause and consider what hangs in the balance!