A Conversation With My Heart, Part 1

Some context:

Back in February - on Valentine’s Day - a friend encouraged me to have a conversation with my heart and give it a name. I decided to name her after my favorite Care Bear (I expected her to be Care Bear-ish) and then I opened myself to a conversation. The conversation - short and one-sided and LOUD (my heart is ANGRY) - went something like this:

You try to name me

but you don’t know me,

let alone own me!

I’m not your pet!

No leash could fit around me.

I am millions of years older than you.

I named myself

before you existed.

I am the top layer

of a set of nesting dolls

made of your every ancestor’s heart.

I am a thousand generations of garden wisdom,

of map-less direction,

of wind-voice,

and water-song.

How could you ever name

something made of

WILD?