hearty things

(late to the val/gal/palentine post ---but honestly my feelings have been weird/mixed on the hallmark’y holiday since I was in second grade and had a sad experience during the class v’day party; another story for another day. regardless, this time of year makes me dig deeper into the ginormously wide range and forms of love and loving, and for that I’m grateful).

Oh the heart. It can swell and it can ache.
It can have strings attached to a plethora of emotions, people, places, and things.
It gets hungry, it flutters. It races, it cracks, it breaks, it beats.

What a wildly tender muscle---to endure all that is light and heavy, hallow and abundant; open but often locked.

Mary Oliver once told it to “rave-on,” while Zelda Fitzgerald previously explained, “nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much a heart can hold.”

What a rhythm. A consistent, grounding, boom-boom mentronome always within us, at that.

What a space to feel and heal and feel and heal, over and over again.


p.s. 🔝 = along the slow coast, two winters ago. ooof does my heart yearn for a venture to this very moment by the sea.