Returning to Rhythm

Note by clay note
pipe me down.
Play the holes in my heart
that swallow love
and slowly heal.
— Moineddin Jablonski


Play the holes in my heart.

My heart is full of holes.

There’s a hole for my daughter, my little girl lost.

There’s a hole for each of the babies I will never have.

There’s a hole for all the years I denied my power.

There’s a hole in my heart for the times I was abused.

There’s a hole for all the times I hated myself.

There are holes in my heart, as numbered and varied as the footprints on my path.

But play my heart, please.

Listen to the song I sing, brought forth from my pain.

Born out of despair, the melody of my life made all the more beautiful by the light I shine.

My heartbeat, the drum. My tears fall, cleansing, emptying even as I fill with something more.

Without sorrow, we would fail to appreciate the joy. Without the darkness, how would we know the warmth of the light?

I am journeying. I am spiraling up a long and winding path, learning as I go. Feeling afraid, losing myself in the darkness of disconnection. And still, I walk on.

And still I breathe. Still I wander ever closer to the light.

And still I play, note by clay note, the song of my slowly healing heart.

Feel clear and confident about your direction in life!


Do you wish you could follow your heart, but it seems impossible? I can help you find the clarity and courage you need.

In other words, I can help you find your path.