My Heart

Oil on wood · Roaming House | A Journey Home

Have I made enough room?

Not for everyone else.
For me.

Enough room to notice what I am feeling before I decide what to do with it. Enough time to sit with what is uncomfortable without immediately trying to fix it, explain it, or push it aside.

The heart needs boundaries.

It also needs space. Space to breathe. Space to be uncertain. Space to change.

Showing up is only the beginning.

Engagement comes when I am willing to stay for a while—to listen, to question, to feel what is there, and sometimes to discover something I did not know was there at all.

Growth does not always happen by breaking through.
Sometimes it happens by making room.