There comes a moment… quiet, often unnoticed — when the heart begins to stretch beyond its old walls. Not with force, but with a trembling yes. A yes to opening again. A yes to being witnessed. A yes to the gentle ache of living wide open. You don’t need to be fearless to expand. You just need to be willing. Willing to let love press against your edges. Willing to soften where you once braced. Willing to believe, even when it’s tender, that you are safe to grow. Heart expansion isn’t loud. It’s not a firework — it’s a flicker. A warmth. An exhale where once there was holding. A tear that falls without apology. Just maybe for the first time, you stop reaching out for permission and begin reaching in — You are finally enough to hold yourself.
When your heart has been hurt, it learns to build walls—not out of malice but out of self protection. These walls become silent boundaries, keeping everything that might wound us at a safe distance.
Disappointment can feel like a final blow, like a silent agreement that it’s no longer safe to hope.
So we close off.
We become careful.
We watch love from the edges and let possibility pass by, convincing ourselves that safety is enough.
But beneath the surface, something still pulses—some quiet knowing that we were made for more than just survival.
A desire. A feeling. A knowing.
And then, slowly, without warning, something soft happens.
A moment. A conversation. A serendipitous meeting. A smile that lingers a beat longer than expected. Laughing unexpectedly so much your belly hurts.
A reminder that not everything wants to hurt us. That maybe, just maybe, not everything is a repeat of the past.
The heart, once weary and withdrawn, begins to stretch again—not in dramatic ways but subtly.
Like light through a crack in the curtains.
It starts to feel.
It starts to want.
Vulnerability becomes less of a risk and more of a bridge—an opening into the unknown, yes… but also into something tender, sacred, alive.
This is how the heart begins to bloom again.
Not all at once, not without fear, but with a quiet courage.
What begins to guide instead is trust—not in outcomes, but in the strength of being open. In the beauty of showing up, letting in the unexpected and saying yes to life anyway.
The heart, once closed, dares to love the unknown again. And in that, it finds its freedom 🦋
love & positivity ✨ phi
