Lips Like Sugar
The heart is the only nation. - Ruth Barrett and Cyntia Smith
What borders do we draw? What walls do we build? Which are necessary to our well being, and which are simply a reaction of our wounded animal, trying never to be hurt again?
It is right to say, "enough!" And other times we have to take another risk.
Last night, I ate a strawberry. As flavor burst upon my tongue, I gave thanks for my embodiment. Last night, I stood on a hill under a gibbous moon and kissed my lover while warm wind blew. An owl perched nearby, then silently left on the hunt.
My heart used to be more guarded, and with good reason. Now, I celebrate my lack of pain with strawberries and kissing in the wind. I have so much love around me - from so many - that my heart would burst were it still so constrained.
What borders are around your heart? Do you still need them?
What do you celebrate? What draws you in to love?
What borders do we draw? What walls do we build? Which are necessary to our well being, and which are simply a reaction of our wounded animal, trying never to be hurt again?
It is right to say, "enough!" And other times we have to take another risk.
Last night, I ate a strawberry. As flavor burst upon my tongue, I gave thanks for my embodiment. Last night, I stood on a hill under a gibbous moon and kissed my lover while warm wind blew. An owl perched nearby, then silently left on the hunt.
My heart used to be more guarded, and with good reason. Now, I celebrate my lack of pain with strawberries and kissing in the wind. I have so much love around me - from so many - that my heart would burst were it still so constrained.
What borders are around your heart? Do you still need them?
What do you celebrate? What draws you in to love?
