Category Archives: Heart to Heart

Woman, witnesslife unfolding,seeking light andnourishment aswe seek loveand comfort.From what sourcearises the promiseof new growth?To what sourcedoes our motherreturn – ash, bone,spirit, soul?Beneath the hardbreathless shell,brimming energyvibrates, perpetuallyerupting in colorand movement,transformingabsence intoPresence. © Amada RezaFebruary 27, 2022

Desperation works. Yesterday, someone I love so dearly was in physical and emotional pain from an irrational fear. Helpless, I could do nothing but cry, choking through sobs and streaming tears. Today, witnessing the same drama, I drew a deep … Continue reading →

My grandson’s ear-piercing squeals attest to his cheerful will to be heard, seen, felt – the immediacy of his glorious presence. And there is his bright gaze as he, too, unwaveringly acknowledges me. I remember the child whose song rose … Continue reading →

Friends are the family we choose for ourselves. – Edna Buchanan Though you are my family, I cherish the thought that we are also friends. Perhaps I can explain, just a little, how important living with heart is to me … Continue reading →

You hear my beating heart; I am afraid of its sound. My longing has reached your ears – too late, I am within your reach. I will myself to stay, to feel your love, but am I worthy to say … Continue reading →

The human heart, strange alchemy within our breast, transforming blood into desires that move thought and limb. If only I were content to be within the spaciousness of belonging, immersed in the mercy that quenches a soul’s thirst. But this … Continue reading →

Courage, my daughter – your heart holds the give and take of this world. Like breath, take what supports you, give away what does not. You are strong enough to stand straight up for who you are – the awesome … Continue reading →

I find that I need to consciously choose to feel my heart. Once I do, I wonder why I don’t choose more often.

Growing within me the spirit and soul of one Beloved, catching the color of my life, the sweet song of hearts open wide. Break through the dark outline of my womb into the light, into arms welcoming this daughter, this … Continue reading →

My name is swallowed up in the sound of the world; not lost, it adds to the roundness of the word voicelessly spoken by every name. I hear it filling the space between us, alive with possibility. March 3, 2012