A girl’s heart is forever a mystery.
Deep inside resides the most unfathomable things, even to the girl herself.
If we do have a soul, I wonder sometimes if it rests in the heart area?
Whats the difference between acting from your heart and acting from your soul?
The first person a girl gives their heart to in life, I’m not sure we ever recover.
We hand it over, young and infatuated.
We soar in the delights of having another hold our heart.
Potentially it is the first time it has ever been held so tenderly.
If you cup your hands together, fingernails together, the hands naturally form a heart formation.
Almost like its what hands were always intended to do.
Hands easily generate warmth, for holding.
Once upon a time, we walked on all fours.
With the evolution to standing, for the first time, the field of the heart was no longer directed towards the ground, but out to another.
The dawn of a new era; the opportunity for two heart fields to meet, interlock, test the nuances, and dance.
And for the first time in human history, the hands were now free.
Not needed to support oneself, but available to hold another.
We can carry each other’s hearts for a while, when a person temporarily cannot hold their own.
It is one of the most beautiful gifts of having hands.
And to entrust someone to hold it well, and not drop it, requires tremendous courage.
It is a sacred offering.
The Aztecs knew this.
Albeit if they exhibited that understanding in a murderous way.
They would tear out still-beating hearts and hold them up to their Gods as the ultimate offering.
In Africa, they cut people’s hands off - Why? Where did this cultural cruelty stem from?
There is the practical side of having hands for daily tasks.
But I believe when-ever this infliction began, it began because somebody understood how incredibly sacred hands are, and their direct connection to hearts.
We often feel quite detached from our hearts.
In order to remind ourselves, to get in touch, we put one hand over our chest.
We quite literally hold our heart, and remember what is there.
To cut someone’s hands off, is to attempt to sever their ability to connect to their heart and to hold another.
I chose this picture above for my post, because to me, it says everything.
Like the scene from Titanic, where the now older Rose, throws her necklace into the depths of the Ocean, to remain there forever.
In the depths, in the currents.
For the Ocean, to now hold.
Protect, keep safe, amongst her never ending secrets.
When a person drops your heart, loosens their grip, the padding is lost.
Like the atmosphere which protects the Earth, now asteroids and meteors have free reign.
They can smash into our core, and shatter the rib cage.
It is then, for the very first time, we learn from the moon.
Wounded and with many craters, we summon tides to help us collect the remaining pieces.
We take time, to have half a face, or even lesser.
We move slowly, cautiously.
We are not so easily seduced by the Sun anymore.
We almost quite like the night.
We learn to make friends with the stars.
And when were ready, we shine with all our pearly, silky glory.