My heart is like a bungalow on the beach. There are no windows or even doors. There are screens to keep the mosquitos out though. ;-) The love and joy my heart feels is easily shared and witnessed by all who pass by. In this house there are many rooms for all those that I love. It's like the Tardis, you look on it and it appears to be one size, but the inside is infinite. Most of the people that I love do not dwell in my bungalow. They pass in and out of my life. I keep their rooms clean for them, until their path brings them back to my beach and they need a place to stay. Sometimes though an occupant will put a door on their room and shut it before they leave. I have to close down the hatches to protect it from hurricanes and sands. It will always be there ready for them, but I do not open shut doors. My living area has none, and I will not dwell there.
I tried once, to not have a heart that functioned this way. Maybe I could put windows and doors up, but as I struggled to put them up, I realized I couldn't breathe. I couldn't hear the sounds of the waves and wind. The birds and the night creatures. My joy was locked out. So, I tore them down again. Hurricanes be damned. Sometimes they shake my foundation, sometimes it even cracks. But the raw power of it is still an experience worth having, and if it causes damage, I can always rebuild. There are times there are leaks that I don't know how to fix. In those cases I search for the answer and hope a master carpenter will come along to show me how. MacGyvering only hold it together for so long.
It's a beautiful place to dwell.
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