Is relocating this little zine to the city of Brotherly Love.
We're excited for the change of scenery and the growth that will be made possible because of the shift.
Expect us to go dark while we get started growing new roots but expect the fall to breathe a new kind of life back into her lungs.
Until we meet again,
- The Heart Times
(over and out)
"You're so talented!"
"Wow, how do you do it?"
"That's sensational!"
"I could never do something like that!"
You could totally do something like that
You could totally be the reason someone said the word "sensational"
You could do something and teach others how to do it too
You could totally be talented
The only thing stopping you
is your own belief that you can't
and your belief in the people who planted that seed first
Fun challenge this July to break that curse:
Do something you've admired someone else doing and try to keep an open mind and generous heart towards your own self-criticism while you're doing it. See what unfolds!
And if something magical unfolds don't forget to tell us about it so we can paste it around the world wide web to help you celebrate.
Over and out
- HT
She kept alluding me.
Some days I'd wake up and she'd be right beside me, curled up in the comfort of my sheets. The scent of her would linger on me all day and she would be waiting for me when I got home with open arms.
Other days, the bed would be cold, the coffee would be burnt, and my hair would feel dry as a bone. The warmth of her comfort, a distant memory in the face of the bleakness stretched out before me.
"The path to joy is through the sorrow" became my mantra as I pressed into my grief and allowed her to carry me to the darkest parts of my soul, the spaces that needed the most healing.
But the grief swallowed me whole, and I barely had time to breathe.
Gone was the laughter and beauty as life became a game of survival and strength.
I lived like this for many years. I've known too many who have lived like this for far longer than that. I know some who carried this burden to their grave.
But I kept pushing and pressing and fermenting and stirring and coaxing and releasing and I prevailed
It was messy, it was calloused, and I wasn't the only one caught in my torrent, but we prevailed.
And then, on 7/5/25, a mystery revealed herself to me:
"Joy isn't a destination, it's a state of being. It's a filter"
I looked up, perplexed, wrote it down, and repeated it to a friend thinking I'd struck gold and she reminded me that I am very young, and my glimmer of hope was merely fool's gold.
She smiled and said in a steady flow "Yes, it's like how heaven and hell are all in your mind".
Eureka! Of course! I am so late to the game that my dear friend has known for quite some time. Another reminder that everything must come in it's time and today was just my day to understand this.
And so now, whenever I feel the coolness of nothing settling a little too close to me, I call on joy. I intentionally ask her to accompany me today and do you know something? She always shows up in the most unexpected ways.
I always thought doubt was like grass, just kind of useless and better if you planted something else like clover. However now that I am far older and far wiser (two months later) I think doubt might be more like digging a hole and the key to surviving these pitfalls is by being intentional with what the hole gets filled with.
(get your head out of the gutter)
What kind of seed are you going to plant at the bottom?
What are you going to surround the seed with?
How are you going to nourish and water the seed?
I think people are filling the garden of their subconscious with a lot of doubt and so all they can see is a battle field, myself included, but if we choose to be intentional and start planting new things we could create something new.
Who knows what we could grow?
Who knows what that might inspire?
Maybe we should give it a try, it can’t hurt, right?
over and out
— HT
There are many different ways to take control:
Yada yada yada
There are so many ways. I think the key word missing here is “gently”.
You can’t have no control, I don’t care what anyone says. Everything has a place in the right setting, under the right conditions, in the correct amounts. Having control is no different. The difference is how you handle it.
We are all called to be leaders in some form or capacity.
So the question becomes:
How do you stand tall as a leader without stepping on toes?
And the answer that I’m working with is gently.
Now, to seal the deal another word that can be applied is “self”.
Heres the full format, are you ready?
Gently self control
It’s like keeping one hand on the wheel while the other is tenderly holding on to something you cherish.
What would happen if we all tried this, even if it was just for the day?
Can you imagine what kind of impact that might have?
I wonder
over and out!
- HT
I am absolutely tearing into this chicken tender platter from Riggtown Pizza. Thank you Bridget!
and I realized that there is more food on my plate than I can eat. That is so cool. I am so blessed.
I have survived another day and my plate is full. I have nothing to complain about. Nature is providing all the entertainment and the soundscape right now is to die for.
The air has that thick syrupy texture to it and somewhere out there there’s a bird who can’t stop singing in the rain.
What else could a person need?
over and out
- HT
