It’s funny. It’s funny how some people seem to open our heart like they had a magical key. So simple and beautiful; they turn the lock and in they go. Straight into our heart. For some it takes a bit longer. They have a go with a few different keys before they find the right one.
Some of these people enter our heart and stay. They are people we love. Others are anything from the shops assistant to the world-famous artist that somehow, on a rainy day somewhere, said something that opened our heart. Not necessarily to them, but to something in ourselves…or opened us up to the world. When I feel someone hitting that chord with me, sometimes I just want to burst out crying, as it literally felt like they stepped into my heart and tweaked something. At other times it’s more of a calm, warm connection; recognition.
Last but not least, we have a key ourselves. Sometimes it grows rusty if we forget how to use it and it may take some time to get it to work again once we start trying. It can take years to open our heart, or it can take a minute…whatever way I believe in the power of an open heart.
I find it petrifying walking around with an open heart, at the same time as it’s a grand liberation. Previously I used to think that if I opened my heart I was open to abuse, or that people would take a piss if I showed my emotions. Nowadays I know that if someone isn’t nice, I walk away, or say stop, but I can still be open to them, right there in the moment. And who the hell takes the piss because you show your emotions? When you are true to them they usually flow through you. You are actually less likely to make a scene. or become a weeping willow than the die-hard type once they lose it and finally give in to a display of emotions (when I used to be one I was in pain all the time from all my suppressed emotions and any little wound had me crying in agony inside and a big one tore me apart).
Sometimes I wanna scream: “But it’s so hard to open up to things. It’s so hard not to put on a mask, or a defense. It’s so hard to dare to feel, like throwing yourself into the water knowing it’s cold.” It is hard. In the beginning. But like a short, refreshing bath in the cold waves of the ocean in the midst of the heat of summer, it is refreshing and actually, heart warming. It’s so beautiful to feel life. To be alive. To allow the storm that is now raging outside to touch you, awaken you and leave you energized. To truly live.
Storms always touch you, as does fires, beauty, sadness, love…either you welcome it in and let it go to experience what is next or it gets stuck as bruises, marks on the outside until you open your heart and allow yourself to feel and heal. Allow yourself to let go and experience. Become present. Once you are you will move along with life, in harmony….truly feeling the love that hits your heart every day like a whirlwind of joy. After all, don’t you wanna feel what’s happening in bed??? I know I do…