I Journey Through My Heart...

Take my hand. I’ll take you somewhere you’ve never been before. Take my hand. Follow me. I have places to take you, a life to show you

I hesitantly slid my fingers into the hand stretched before me letting the breeze push me gently along in the direction of the imprinted footsteps ahead.

Let go of my hand. We’re in the meadows. Don’t put steps in front of another. Pause. Look around you. There’s no one in sight. It’s all yours to hold.

I let go and for a split second I was afraid. She was right. It was only me.

The grass twirled between my toes, wrapping itself around feet, dancing around my ankles. I lowered my hand forward, mesmerized by their ability to bend in thousands of directions yet remain graceful. The instant the tips of my fingers brushed against the tip of the meadow’s hair, I was no longer in control. Each blade of grass ran through my fingertips—veins in my body, surrendering my movement to the will of the wind. My feet stepped in sync with the dirt below me. I was blade of grass in a meadow, dancing to the rhythm of the wind I was immersed in. The breeze would rush up through the roots my heels had grown in the dirt below, and move my body backwards and forwards. With every beat my head would fall back toward the sky embracing the meadow with its vast ceiling of clouds. We were synchronized dancers—unified—the blades of grass and I. We kept our rhythm so as to bleed into the dirt below us.

All we were missing was a heartbeat strong enough to prick lives and engrain my heels deeper into the dirt. I felt my heart, but it lacked beat. It was void of a rhythm to push us in sync.

And as if waiting for a reason, our heartbeat started from the ceiling of dark clouds above—drip by drip, slow at first but quickly gaining speed. Every beat struck upon my tender body was a burst of hope. Every beat lost from the clouds was one bestowed in the depth of our veins. We were complete, surrendering and overpowered by the beat. No longer did we simply move with the guidance of the wind, but every heartbeat pushed us into a new direction.

With every beat, my heart gained momentum deepening its rhythm.

I felt it push against the walls of my chest, stretching its walls. And with a final beat it broke through and out it stretched…

Take my hand. I’ll take you somewhere you’ve never been before. Take my hand. Follow me. I have places to take you, a life to show you…

And so I took the hand that was extending from my body outward, from where my heart used to be. I pulled my roots out from the dirt. And I followed.