tug

Blog Post 9.

My heart is being tugged in all directions.

It is big and full and content right now. Nonetheless I can feel the wee threads that tie it to other hearts tighten and pull ever so slightly.

It’s being tugged toward France and Morocco and the UK and the Netherlands and New Zealand and Italy. I feel a particular pull from Texas and New Mexico, Colorado. Other places, too.

It’s being tugged at by the hearts of other people (little reminders of important connections). It is being drawn by the hearts of experiences (snow is beginning to fall in Colorado).

And yet, it is elated to be where it is, enjoying all the newness; tying itself to new hearts, experiences and places.

I have here brilliant things. I get to return to brilliant things.

What a shiny life it is that my heart supports.