What Pulls On The Strings Of The Heart
a poem in response to Wild and Wonderous Prompts: Write about extraordinary, mundane things that tug at your heart.
My cuddle buddy wakes me by landing his four feet gently on my chest, kisses me and lays on my chest good morning mom the expression on his face says to me. He’s the one who has had a hard life before coming to us- and yet his puppy heart has learned to re-trust humans.
My favorite view- morning and night are sun rises and sets- it’s easy to overlook them due to their routine nature. Yet, if we’re willing to pay attention they give us a beautiful show- never the same premiere twice.
The relief I feel after a 10 to 15-minute meditation practice- I once thought that meditation only for certain types of people and I didn’t check those boxes. Now it’s a daily must-have: it grounds, calms and keeps my anxious mind focused daily.
My new morning practice of reaching for my bullet journal to write a top three list and any stray thoughts from the night before starting my day instead of phone. Technology dictates too much of life. It’s time to take freedom back.
The way my husband looks at me care and compassion in his eyes. Someone I thought would never be in my life- I spent years searching After building myself, the gift arrived.
I try to live a simple life. Minimalistic in nature. The things that pull at the strings of my heart are small, yet they make all the difference.
Thank you for reading :) This post is in response to Wild and Wonderous Prompts from Know Thyself Heal Thyself:






