Heart Reading … Day 53

A light hearted day with time and space to play.

I can certainly say I’ve done no labor this Labor Day weekend! Even the little bit of sewing I had wanted to do got put off for another day. The only “labor” I did, if you can call it that, is taking leafs out of the community pool one at a time with my feet . I took the dogs to the park, went swimming (and didn’t get too much water in my ears), read an important book, The Indigenous People’s History of America by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz (halfway), ate a great meal and watched a sweet movie called Storm Boy about a boy (Geoffrey Rush) who rescued pelicans.

The spaciousness of a day like today can help one feel like there is something they “should” be doing even though there is nothing that “has” to be done. And unfettered space, if enjoyed, is deeply nourishing.

Tonight’s heart reading took a long time — it seems that not holding “too much” heaviness (there’s always some) in my heart makes the process of listening just a bit more challenging. What emerged is the recollection that I have literally made a good amount of space for my heart energy; I have opened my arms wide often. I put both arms up on the back of the bench I sat on at the dog park, I swam with my arms outstretched, I did yoga. I even contemplated my typical sleep position where my ribcage squashes my lungs into my heart space a little in the early hours of today and made adjustments.

Now I’m going to hang upside down with my arms wide open — reveling in the spaciousness like a pelican with her wings in flight.