When I woke up this morning the air was so thick I could almost drink it. Around here, tucked between the salt of the ocean and the heat of the mountains, the fog rolls in thicker than goose down. When you step outside in the watery first light of day, a delicate tinkling greets your ears as every leaf and needle drips dew.
It's quiet and damp.
There is so much room to breath, to stretch, to sigh.
To be gentle with yourself, no matter what yesterday held.
This morning when I woke I had to remind myself to unfurl once again, to relax the spring-loaded spiral of my heart, to trust that I can be safe and open at the same time.
Unfurl those heart strings, let them curl towards the sky.
With every breath, broaden those fronds.
Take that tight curl, that coiled spring you hold in your chest
Let it open.
Let it open.
(100% Sterling Silver, pressed with the tiniest of ferns, plucked right here on the high Northern California Coast. In US sizes 5.75, 8, and 9.5)
I am a little fern.
And this wet climate suits my soul.
It's quiet and damp.
There is so much room to breath, to stretch, to sigh.
To be gentle with yourself, no matter what yesterday held.
This morning when I woke I had to remind myself to unfurl once again, to relax the spring-loaded spiral of my heart, to trust that I can be safe and open at the same time.
Unfurl those heart strings, let them curl towards the sky.
With every breath, broaden those fronds.
Take that tight curl, that coiled spring you hold in your chest
Let it open.
Let it open.
(100% Sterling Silver, pressed with the tiniest of ferns, plucked right here on the high Northern California Coast. In US sizes 5.75, 8, and 9.5)
I am a little fern.
And this wet climate suits my soul.
