No one is immune; not even those of us who think we have it all in check with the fires safely tamped down. The tidy to-do lists, the conventions, the ordered days all can shift in a blink and all it takes is one tiny spark.
I listened to an episode of This American Life titled, “The Heart Wants What It Wants,” in the car yesterday. The title comes from a quote by Emily Dickenson, and the story followed three separate incidents of major disturbances in the Field of Love. Our tender human hearts have this vast landscape of concealed terrain where Eros, a very light sleeper, resides. This is a place that is compelling, messy and frequently highly inconvenient. No matter, for when the sparks fly you will feel it either as a slow burn that sneaks up on you in a surprising manner or, you may feel like you have been hit by a runaway train. Ahhhhhhh.
The heart does want what it wants.
What I loved most about that podcast, was that each of the people spoke of the hope and expectation they felt and how their horizons of awareness and longing ( my take on it) had been expanded–even when things did not turn out the way they had wished.
*Waving your way and thinking about Steve Miller and his ‘pompatus’ of LOVE on this 11/5/15