
An authentic self allows the heart to bloom.
Be true to you
My love.
Researcher ◆ Climber ◆ West Coaster

An authentic self allows the heart to bloom.
Be true to you
My love.
One day.
You and Me.
In the Mountains.
Leashless.
Running like crazies through the bush.
Chasing squirrels.
Dodging grizzlies.
Barking up the wrong trees.
Barreling through swamps.
Rolling in sludge.
Jumping off ledges.
Scratching each other’s backs.
Gnawing on bones.
Howling at the moon.
Disregarding our master’s call.
You feel us?
I do.

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Vanessa Ruiz. Medical illustrator. Depicting the human body in a way that we can relate. So fantastic! Her vision at Street Anatomy.


Great mustard yellow legs.