π΄πππ π½ππΆππ. 
Your
heart is like a house – a palace with many rooms. 
πΌπ π½πππΉπ πΈππππππππ πππππΎππ πΆππΉ ππππ ππ» πππππΎπππ.
Some
of its rooms are hidden, doors locked for the longest time.
Sometimes
out of fear of what might be inside, 
other
times out of inconvenience, to keep your life well-compartmentalized.
π²π ππΎππ ππ ππππ
 ππΎπ»π ππΎππ
ππ. 
We
think: let’s live, think, and breathe like everyone else. 
Let’s
ask the same questions, and if possible, keep the asking to a bare minimum.
π»ππππππ, ππ½πΆπ πΎπ» ππ½πΎπ πΎππ’π ππ½π π»ππΆππ’π π²πΆπ?
What
if you heart has its own plan?
What
if it wants to share its inner gems with you?
What
if it wants to open every door, 
to let
you peek into the rooms that have remained closed all this time?
What
if it wants to reveal its entire palace, 
guiding
you through each room, 
so that
at the end of this journey you could say: 
“I
know myself. I have been within. I know myself, I know the path.”
It's time to find your paints or pens once again,
and this time let your heart tell.
No rules, the complete uttermost trust. That's all you need.
Here is the music for today’s creative quest:
Let’s
dive within and summon onto the page all that is waiting!
 ___________________________
May peace be
with you.
♡  Hele

 
 
 
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