Sometimes it is the heart that is happy to just know, without reason, without any explanation...for in the reasons and explanations the essence of ones inner truth can often be misunderstood, even diminished...by another. Such is the dynamic when you choose to sing your heart song out loud! It is a risk we take in our desire to share the energy we call love--what we know, feel, believe and trust--within ourselves, naturally. It's all good. For in sharing the spark, perhaps we hope to light the path of discovery for our sisters and brothers who seek to find the same. We so want to help them in their journey, to see them on their way. To send them off, hopeful they will land safely, and gently, in the arms of love.
Who would not want another to feel such depths of emotion, those soaring highs that go hand in hand with the crashing lows? It's all one package; you can't have one without the other. There is always smooth sailing for awhile, but into every life a little rain must fall. So you can either grab your partner's hand and dance to the rhythm of the rain, in the rain, or you can run for cover, and stay dry.
In my youth I ran for cover, always with a backwards glance at the rain. Growing up, my favorite song was 'McArthur's Park' sung by Richard Harris. It was the line, 'Someone left my cake out in the rain...' that did it. That one single line spoke to me...to my heart and to my soul. I don't know why. I gave up trying to understand the why many years ago. I just let it be. And today when it rains I long to tap my toes through the puddles...barefoot...laughing, with my head flung back, arms and eyes wide open.
Perhaps it is the soothing sensation of feeling cleansed by the rain that beckons me to dance. For I have been burned. If I choose to step aside and seek the safety of dry shelter, I will stay dry; and eventfully the heat of my burns will cool, and scar. And I'll pick at the scars, knowing full well the healing will take twice as long. I have to touch the roughness of the dry and brittle growth covering my wounds...as a reminder...of what I do not want.
If I choose to turn aside and stand in the open, in the rain, I will get drenched, but the heat of my burns will cool quickly, and heal. And I'll watch the healing, knowing full well the cleansing of the rain washed away the bitter impurities, giving my wound the benefit of a clean site. The damage can be repaired. I will let it be...satisfied...all is well and as it should be.
Yet there are times when my heart is happy to just be. For it knows there are those who do not know, feel, believe or trust...love. My heart knows the essence of my truth--my power--will be diminished if shared with those who refuse to believe. My heart knows they prefer to take without giving, in the shadows they would steal the essence of what I am, and so my heart protects me from falling on their path. No words, no actions, no reasons will ever explain to them the beauty of what I carry within. And that's okay, for my heart need not justify the existance of love to anyone.
For love gives of itself.
To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose, under heaven. Turn, turn, turn.
Thank you Rebecca for the inspiration today.
~~Each day holds a special memory, and days add up to years of life-changing moments.~~
~~Love changes everything.~~
~~May you always reach for the unreachable and grow taller with every step.~~