Connected Forever

 

Hello everyone. I hope there’s at least two or three people who still follow Intangible Hearts. My apologies for not posting on a regular basis but I have seriously good excuses. (I’ll leave out my sob stories for now.) Anyway—I hope we are true, lasting friends. The type you don’t hear from for years, and when you finally see each other it’s like you never left. The connection is there—or here—from my heart to yours. And yes, it’s intangible. When you know—you know.

We are slightly sentimental and nostalgic. True traditions are written on the borders of our hearts. We know what’s real and what’s not. We protest gently. With love. We send letters, cards and post pictures of flowers. We like pretty postage stamps and we don’t like lies. We would call it all out, but the world is out of balance, and we are few. We know that real perfume is in the middle of a gardenia, rose or honeysuckle vine. All the French perfume in the world cannot mask the truth. And spraying the television news with cologne or even bug spray won’t help. We pray. A lot.

With many types of faith, we pray to the same God. We beseech the help of saints, of guardian angels, and of wise spirits who have gone before us. We are tested and humbled daily, but--there is a thread that keeps us together and alive; it swirls around the earth, pulling us together as one throbbing link of something miraculous and amazing—beyond party lines or colors--it is our loving and gracious intangible hearts.

Until next time—stay focused—centered if you will-- on the fruits, and blossoms in your own garden—your beautiful soul—which has to come first-- because when the harvest produces--you will be able to share the bounty with those you love.