The Heart faery allows for tears...

She stares back at us with all the compassion of the universe...allowing for our humanity. Tears are allowed to flow and grief be assuaged... memories are allowed to hover just beyond the vision of the day light...and she allows this, as all is in order.

Not the need to be logical, nor figure out...just to be...to be as raw as any gaping wound...

as the rain falls, so must the tears... and then the sun shines in the cool of early autumn days and the healing begins with all the savagery of having a knife rip open your chest... justice must be served and all is right in the heavens above...

the heart faery knows this.