Heart stories . . .

buddah feetMy heart is telling me stories today. I am listening closely.

I sit in a nice patch of sun on my porch wrapped in a woolly blanket as I write this. I have a warm cup of tea beside me and a kitty companion under the chair close by. I hear the chirping of the birds in the trees. There is a sweet woodpecker that’s been hanging out nearby lately. I am pretty sure he lives in our pear tree. porch incense

I think it’s good to be here; getting in my last days of porch sitting before the  season is over. Autumn will change to winter and it will be too cold, even with a blanket and a sweater, to sit here and contemplate, plan, dream and gather creative inspiration. Soon, the porch will be covered in the sparkly magic of freshly fallen snow and I am not all together sure I am quite ready for that.

But right now there is this. I don’t want my mind to wander off into what soon will be. I want to stay in the here and now and appreciate all that is right in this very moment. Autumn’s soft shadows created by the flowerbeds, Black-Eyed Susans waving their goodbyes as they slowly shrivel and drop their petals, the songs of the crickets, cicadas and bees singing their last songs to us all. ‘Til we meet again next spring my friends.

I sit here and I am carefully crafting what is to come next. Listening to what must be heard from my heart. I am asking my heart what’s next? What do I need to do? {We have deep frank conversations, my heart and I, doesn’t everyone?} My heart leads me to where I need to be.

Today, my heart is telling me that some exciting new projects and collaborations are on the horizon, more friends, more new love notes for the online shop, more growing, more pictures, more paint, more heart opening…
tiny flowers
…I am listening.

Tell me what is it that your heart is telling you today? If you would like to share with me here, I would love to listen.


8 thoughts on “Heart stories . . .

  1. Oh so lovely to read this right now, Alicia…. just beautiful, and a wonderful reminder to take time to listen and watch and be. I have let my blog slip away this summer and am reminded by your post that I need to reinvigorate and rekindle…. Thanks!


  2. Thank you for sharing your beautiful heart story Alisha! As you possibly know, my sons are now grown and discovering the world beyond our home for themselves through work, travel and friends. Being a SAHM for 20+ years, my heart went into overdrive from the moment our youngest got his drivers licence. Listening to my heart has been challenging some days. Sometimes it screams. Sometimes it whispers. Often tilting my state of equilibrium. All those things my mind had taken in from other mothers about the supposed ’empty nest syndrome’ was prematurely tearing my heart to shreds so I stopped listening to my heart for a while. Thankfully, solitude has always been a way of life for me (Hubby thinks I’m crazy because I’m so content and at peace being alone, whereas he often needs others around him) and I’m regaining my sense of Self again. Taking time to listen to my heart tonight, I can share with you that my heart and I are still unsure what lies before us – but we’ll embrace each day, experiences and new ides as they come, with an open heart. Much love to you. T xo


    • Oh T, thank you so much for this. The solitude to gain a sense of self is something I really understand. I am coming to realize I need it much more then I ever thought. In fact it is almost crucial for me in order to function. When I was younger I use to have trouble being alone but once I got over that 😉 …well, let’s just say there’s no going back. I am glad you are listening and thank you again for sharing with me what’s in your heart today. Much love xox


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