I am a details person. Small moments, gliding light, tinkering spoons kind of person. However, I am also often one to be overtaken by the capacity and the anxieties of the human heart, the glut of mine and others’ around me. It is easy to succumb to these onsets of feeling and lose all sense of placement and perspective. You should lose your place, sometimes. But the heart is made of intricate chambers. Other times, you need merely pull up a quiet chair and listen to the workings instead of thinking about the work, and remember that we are all just cardiac muscles in humble frames. You need to paint the picture before you can hang it. And when you do finally hang it, you have to dust and tend to its delicate corners often. Devote yourself to the teensy things, which are in front of you in each moment. Scoot some things around little by little and make a room for yourself…❤️🙏