Hearth is Home with the Heart

If your hearth isn't where your heart is
then no matter how big and glamorous
or simple and minimal

There is no home
where your heart can sing, grow,
be free and speak the truth

But instead becomes a prison
that place you settle in and call it your home
where your songs of love and life
are stifled and saddened

That's no way of living
if you can't feel free
and alive

Tree Roots in Creek, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
Photo by Delphina Raven