Here I rest in the hollow of my heart.

I assess the walls visibly stripped by heartbreak and loss.

The plaques, photos, and paintings that used to define what I did, who I was, and who I thought I was supposed to be, have been taken down.

Every memory I have savored and any lingering emotion, I have bravely met and danced with until our dance was over.

Only now, have I willingly took my place in this void.

There is a joyful eeriness here, an echo of desolation which reverberates my own name.

I hear the voices of my ancestors urging me to embrace this barrenness, so I can help them weave new life threads into our story.

This emptiness is the great teacher.

After so many tears and cries for help, my vision cleared showing me the dim cavity of my very own heart.

The scars residing in my heart space no longer precipitate pain, but gratitude and fulfillment.

Within this hollow, my golden map awaited, written in a language only my soul can decipher.

In this dark, unoccupied heart, I finally came home to myself.

I unearthed the key to set my soul free and to discover the essence of all I am meant to be in this world.

~Wild Spirit Soul Healing