Over the past couple weeks, I've had this image pop up at random times in my mind. Cradled inside a pair of hands, much like a baby animal might be cocooned, is a human heart.
Inside this image is some hard pain. I think back to someone who did not treat my heart very well. The metaphor I use is his Blendtech + Heather's heart = Kale Smoothie. Meaning, it was pulverized beyond recognition. That might sound harsh, but so is heartbreak born of denial. Of course, I gave him my heart to pulverize, so I am not an innocent bystander. I take responsibility for my lesson.
This thing, so tender, fragile and vulnerable. Not unlike a baby animal one might cradle, caress and sooth. Precious. Divine. When you hold a tender, trembling heart in your hands; how can you not cradle it like a perfect endive from that French film? How can you, even if you do not feel the same, not approach this trembling vulnerability with compassion, respect, a reciprocal tenderness? There is more strength in that vulnerable, tender heart than all the stones in the Mojave. And it's your hands that have the power to lovingly caress it or crush it to an irrecoverable pulp.
That's the power in my hands. I'm reminded of this image, so that I might make the conscious choice. So I might be aware of my actions. I choose to caress, soothe, stroke. You can trust me with your heart.
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