Hearts are like feet...

Hearts are like feet…

They start soft, unable to support one’s own emotional weight…which leaves one sobbing in tears or giggling to them at a moment’s notice.

At first they must be wrapped and warmed in simple things…others are left to tend for them, but as you grown they change.

They become stronger and take a form of their own, they can now bear more and stand alone longer.

But when unprotected they can be hurt, gouges can be taken from soul and sole alike

And when rubbed against life like sand paper both become calloused and hardened….sure over time that callous may lessen, may start to heal, but it takes far longer than we would like and although a calloused heel is good for walking along a rough road barefoot it is not good for a foot massage….with the coming of one you lose something of the other and to which ever extreme you tread there will be consequences…

And yet both fuel journeys, you cannot have adventures without both...the hardness to bear the road, the softness to dream of the end.

My heart is no exception, it sloshes back and forth sometimes like the coming and departing of tides, one is rarely sure where it is going. Although you may view it for but a minute and think it settled, it is never quit still. Movement is required...so it is with all of us.

The ache of blisters and wounds of the road along with the gentle ache of the days accomplishments, neither has value without the other.

Today, today, today...

I went home recently. It was a good trip. I had been feeling the callous, it is still there, softer now though. It was good to be home with people who value me. To remember I am cared for and that I am not alone. It was good to know that though the road is long it is not done alone and although weary, travelers who travel together travel better.

Thanks,

Jordan