THE HEART HOLDS: PART THREE

Doodle and draft

Confession:  I have been thinking more about what the heart holds and landing on the idea — like a frog on a lily pad, a bee on a flower, a ladybug on a shoulder — that the heart holds imagination.

That landing was temporary. As soon as I hit the publish button, my mind unceremoniously hauled me away.

Clearly, there was more to do.

So I broke it down. Unscientifically. Mind is of imagination. Heart is of feeling.

First: a word about love

There are industries built upon finding, getting, surprising, sharing, keeping and even getting out of love.

In thinking about the heart and what it holds and whether it holds love, I had to consider what love is. And you have to know — I SO do not do mushy. At least, not out loud.

Love is a big pulsing feeling, flowing between two hearts, two minds.

Love is a shared — and sharing of — feeling, of life, of experience. Hearts saying find me, and once found, open me, and once opened, unwrap me, unfold me.

Love is a muse. It opens the mind in some way. Honest.

Love is crazy making, stoking the fires of ferocity; it hisses and growls and melts and laughs and wants and holds, and is buckets full of what might be called happy insanity.

Those early days of falling ‘in love’ are referred to by people who research such things as passionate love, (that early time lasting anywhere from a day to up to three years) and if you didn’t know any better, you would say falling in love is, well, nuts.

Passionate love evolves. We move to compassionate love. We hiss differently. We are warmed deeply, stroked and purr and are contended.

(TANGENTIAL THOUGHTS: I am not convinced of the either/or. Passion and compassion do coexist.)

So, my thinking was limited. Love is a feeling stirred, shaken. Exploding with imagination.

The mind can imagine an idea, a person, a wish. But it is the dedicated HEART, fired with imagination that carries it through. Heart brings imagination to life.

do it with all of your heart.”

They are a couple, the heart and mind. They do great things together. And sometimes, the soul gets in there. And that’s a love trinity that rocks.

So Mia was right. The heart holds love. And I am happy to have been bested by a seven-year old. I will tell her that she’s pretty smart to have known that without thinking too hard. Or being told.

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Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
– Zelda Fitzgerald

In our deepest moments of struggle, frustration, fear, and confusion, we are being called upon to reach in and touch our hearts. Then, we will know what to do, what to say, how to be. What is right is always in our deepest heart of hearts. It is from the deepest part of our hearts that we are capable of reaching out and touching another human being. It is, after all, one heart touching another heart.
– Roberta Sage Hamilton
The way to the heart is through the ears.
– Katie Hurley
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About FS

Toronto, Canada. Writing about slices of life, the moments and minor details of which come into awareness or out of imagination and the spaces inbetween. On hiatus from writing anywhere else but here ... at least for now.
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