Inviting Spaciousness                   Today when the heart is a small, tight knot, I do not try to untangle it. I don’t tug on the strings in a desperate attempt to unravel it. I don’t even wonder at how it got so snarled. Instead, I imagine cradling it, cupping it with my hands like something precious, something wounded, a bird with a broken wing. I cradle my heart like the frightened thing it is. I imagine all the other frightened hearts and imagine them all being held in love. And I breathe. I breathe and feel how the breathing invites a spaciousness. I breathe and let myself be moved by the breathing as I open and soften. Open and soften. And nothing changes. And everything changes. The heart, still a knot, remembers it knows how to love. It knows it is not alone. —Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer — Opening poem chosen and read by Nancy L.

This tree spoke to me loudly of my tangled, knotted heart.

Breathing in the spaciousness, light and love, and knowing we are not alone.

— Photos and reflections by Nancy L.