I am a details person—attuned to small moments, gliding light, the gentle clink of tinkering spoons. Yet, I am also one to be overtaken by the weight and anxieties of the human heart, both my own and those that press in around me. It is easy to succumb to these surges of feeling, to lose all sense of placement and perspective.

You should lose your place, sometimes. But the heart is made of intricate chambers. Other times, all you need is to pull up a quiet chair and listen—to the workings rather than the work itself. To remember that we are all just cardiac muscles housed in humble frames.

You must first paint the picture before you can hang it. And when you do, you must dust and tend to its delicate corners often. Devote yourself to the smallest things—the ones right in front of you, each moment. Scoot things around, little by little, and make space for yourself. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer