For some of us this "heart" feeling was only a womb
experience, now buried deeply in our defensive psyche. For
others, we managed to carry this "heart" through birth and
even into early childhood before we lost it. For the rare
ones among us, we continue to live in some small degree
with the "heart" of a child.
What exactly is "heart" in relation to your muse?
For you and your muse, "heart" is the living of an emotional
experience and life without alteration by trauma, or by control
from our thinking selves.
At one time in our lives we were all children of "heart".
To love like a child. To emote like a child.
To empath like a child. To compassion like a child.
If a true and intact love child stood before you, unaltered by pain and
deprivations, how would they speak to us and interact with us?
At one time in our lives we were all children of "heart".
To love like a child. To emote like a child.
To empath like a child. To compassion like a child.
What would be their experience of us, and us of them?That this is so hard
to imagine and play out is the tragedy of all of our lives. We all have lost
and forgotten, negated and denied, excused and forever explained
childhoods.
We are survivors all of us. We miss our own love child.
We miss our own selves of "heart.” And we all long to return home.
Our inner selves are lost or forgotten so long ago, and so far, far away now. And so we go on
suffering. We go on yearning. We go on defending ourselves from memories that are so
threatening to us.
All of our issues, for all of us, all the time, lie inside and within
us. They lie in the recovery of the love child. The regaining of
a life of . . .
"heart!”
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Home to our wombs.
Home to our loving selves.
To return to our hearts we must
return to our lonely, forgotten inner
children, and help cart those
bucket loads of tears that we never
had the safety or luxury to feel, out
of the muddied pond of our hearts.
We must find "heart" hidden below
and beneath our experiences, and
behind and beyond the busy minds
that keep us treading water in our
own self imposed, defensive exile.
Let's embrace any issue of the
human experience; any
problem for anyone, and we
will speak of disappointed
children and of broken hearts.
Let's embrace how we can still
reach ourselves and taste
what the fruit of home used to
taste like.
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