Where there is no way, you make a way....

Here's the funny thing about the heart: it does what it wants. Completely.

there is no reasoning with it, or rationalizing. 

It simply feels what it feels,it wants what it wants,  loves what it loves, and bleeds for what it bleeds for, there is no stopping it or slowing it down. The heart does what it will....

And every heart, if you listen closely, will tell you what matters. A check list of what means the most.  A map of things most sacred, a timeline of  rose colored, bittersweet memories. 

It has rooms for people to stay in for as long as they're able.  

It's strong, the heart. It pumps full and hard, but it's also fragile when it's held in other peoples hands. 

The willingness it has to beat outside your body, on your sleeve,  to let people hold it, take a space in it,...that's amazing and brave and horribly risky. 

Because every once and a while it breaks, sometimes it shatters, pieces everywhere like confetti or glass flying everywhere....sharp jagged pieces that....hurt and cut deep...they are everywhere it would seem. 

and at the point of impact, you watch it, lying in pieces, no sign of life....and you're certain that there is no way it will ever beat or pump loud and hard again.  How could it? How could these pieces ever find their way back?

But then, slowly and faintly, it starts. That familiar, constant sound. The thud that you remember. It begins again. and the pieces, they find their way back, and the scars are signs of strength and survival..that tell a story of who we are and where we've been. 

tonight, i'm thankful for hearts, and the people who take up room in them.