“From out of the shadows, from the most unlikely of places, shimmers
the generous rosy petals of the bleeding heart, offering solace,
offering the wholehearted witnessing of the greenworld. I see you,
she whispers, in that holiest of holy places, the labyrinthine
temple of the heart. You are not alone. You are enough. Her magic
is the magic of true sight, and the blood magic of speaking spells
of precision and authenticity. To be vulnerable, in the old
language, means “the ability to be pierced.” And it is delicious,
it is delicious, Bleeding heart tells us, to be so well known, and
to know.”