I have nowhere to turn. My heart widens and light pours out.

When I woke up this morning, I heard my own voice ask me: “Do you know you are more powerful than you are?”

I’ve never been in love before, I realized. My heart has never let another in before.

“I have a multi-orgasmic heart,” I told Christopher. Through a typo, I wrote mulit-orgasmic, mullet-orgasms being something else altogether. Were I curious, I’d explore that possibility.

Instead, my heart sings: Thank you, oh, thank you God and nature and this man, my beloved, for everything.

Yesterday my natural and spiritual allies suggested that I listen to my heart all day about what to do next. By the time 5 o’clock rolled around, I felt like I was on a week’s vacation to Hawaii. My heart all this time, simply wanted to live a heart-centered life. I replace discipline with reverence. I get as much done as ever but in a garden rather than a parchment.

Last night I dreamt that I and a few others were part of a class with a woman teaching. We each did a series of moves, and the last one was to dive and stick a superman-flying hover about 4 feet off the ground.

The trick, I learned, was to really go for it thrusting the arms forward—one had to lead that way. It required faith. I was working on it.

My arms are an extension of my heart. When I piddle about doing other things for a minute (I brush my teeth, check a phone number) my heart burns.

You’re not going to ignore me, are you? She asks. She demands. She heralds me.

No. No. I’m going to listen and, as soon and well as I can, dive–my arms forward–and stick it, if I can.

Thank you. We got this. We need to lead. I cannot stay in the background ever again.

Yes, wow. I hear you. Watch out world, My heart is born again. It’s a multi-orgasmic epicenter of love and truth. It is through this wholeness that we feed the world. Yes. Yes, yes, my beloved heart.

The truth hurts. But it sets you free. There isn’t any other path now.

Open and

Fly.