Work of Hearts was created by Shelly Ambrose. It is a place where heartfelt inspiration and love are shared. Work of Hearts strives to create an inspiring and creative community. Work of Hearts was created after author Shelly Ambrose wrote a poem that gave her a new perspective on purpose. The poem sets a passion into hearts to celebrate life as art. The Work of Hearts community strives to allow their hearts to be seen and connected. We need each other on this amazing life journey, and it is important to know that you are not alone. What we go through in life is not an isolated event, and it is important to share the light when someone can't see it to let them know they don't have to go through life alone, and they will be OK. Who is Shelly Ambrose? Shelly is an educator and a writer. She was created with a passion for writing and has always loved to make words rhyme or touch hearts. Whether it is in her classroom, at home, or around the community, Sh...
I move through the world like I carry a spark, a fire I wear on my sleeve. I’ll share my light for anyone brave enough to see it. I’m not afraid to show the raw parts of me, to throw my heart out there and let the world decide if they’ll catch it or turn away. But with that kind of openness, comes a need to guard my peace. I’ve learned the hard way that I can’t sell my soul. No price, no person, no compromise is worth that. Life? It’s a rhythm I’m still figuring out. Sometimes I catch the beat, other times I’m just trying to keep up, searching for where I fit in all this chaos. I often feel like I’m out of place surrounded by people with no soul or those too stuck to grow. So where do I belong? Not among the machines stuck on repeat. I don’t belong at a table with those who can’t see the beauty in creation, who can’t feel the magic of believing in something beyond mere survival. I’m somewhere in between looking for those who can hear the music over the noise. I’m at home with those w...
Cobblestone Confetti Each crackling step of cobblestone led me to a rusted town gate. Crunch, crunch. My feet swooped leaves as I admired the wall that stood giants above my head. It occurred to me that the night was too quiet, and the colorful autumn foliage scattered along the tropical seascape seemed out of place. Confused by Mother Nature, I remembered last spring break. I had spent a few days in this exact spot. Making memories with confetti ice cream in a waffle bowl and the strum of local bands became one of my favorite family adventures. Today the tourists seemed quieter and less active among the medieval dungeons, pirate cruises, and haunted hayrides. I window shopped with my gaze set toward the sweet shop where confetti ice cream waited for me. ...
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