Heart

Who Am I?

I am the little girl in twirly pink dresses, speckled with cartwheels in the sand.

Feminine. Strong.

I feel the buzz of fireflies dancing in my heart.

I am the felt experience of memories shining in my glass jar, of magical sparks of light.

I am those specks of color, bursting vitality, in my kaleidoscope of evolving awareness.

A symphony of creativity.

No reflection ever the same.

And still, I am forever awakened to my favorite symbol, since second grade.

The 'heart'.

Rhythm, tempo, energy.

The timeless image of love and passion and all that cannot be said, with the spoken word.

I would sit quietly, on the cozy sunshine warmed carpet, mesmerized by the rainbows strewn across pale pink bedroom walls.

Prisms are magical. 

A little girl, a daydreamer, a creator, a blossoming spirit.

And with pencil to paper,  my little hand would seemlessly create her heart.

The discovery of brilliant swift movement and a gentle heartbeat.

So who am I now?

I am my own little girl.

Wholeheartedly in love with the heart.