Last year, I started up a new, secret Instagram account. I needed a space where I didn’t self-censor, where I could be messy and raw and wise and silly, and put my cosmic “woo-woo” self on show. And so, Holding Heartspace was born.
Sometimes, I post weird poemy things that seem to write themselves:
Sometimes it’s a prayer that I write:
Or a topic I’ve been thinking about:
A thought that matches a picture perfectly and makes me laugh:
Something I’ve learnt that I think is useful:
Or a quote I need to share:
And whatever else I feel like:
It’s still one of my favourite spaces to play in and I try to update it at least once a day, though I don’t force it. I write all the content from whatever I’m thinking about or working through, with more detailed thoughts under each image.
That’s the beauty of doing something just for me. No rules. No ‘should’s. It makes it even more joyous when someone genuinely connects with my posts because I’m not trying to get them to do anything.
If you like it, why not follow me at Holding Heartspace?