What the heart builds naturally
I am but I am not.
And yet it’s a beautiful morning. One that I have had many of in the last months. One that reaches out and gently touches my face, wrapping me up in a calm that through the day I’ll have a hard time hanging on to. I look at my last blog post, I study the date, read the comments (Thank you).
Am I still the same person who wrote those lines? How would I even tell? Yes, they do seem familiar, more so, they seem mine, feel mine. So do the comments, seem for me, move me, trigger questions like ‘wonder how they are doing / what he has been up to / what she is working on / when I get to see her again’.
I had a Skype conversation with one of the commenters the other night. It felt so good. And it goes to show that time can’t kill what hearts build naturally. It goes to show how little a step it takes, to reconnect, to laugh, to thank God for having been blessed.
“Are you still writing?”, was a question.
“I cannot Not write”, I responded. Some things don’t change. And it goes to show that time can’t kill what the heart builds naturally.
It’s been a long journey and there’s still a long way to go. But it’s time to open the doors again, gently, and peek out into the virtual world. It’s time to start sharing again.