When you smiled you had my undivided attention. When you laughed you had my urge to laugh with you. When you cried you had my urge to hold you. When you said you loved me, you had my heart forever….
To share a connection of the heart is to live. Not just love. It is so much more than just that simple word. I see Marlena, my dear friend, connect, or imprint if you will on a young man with a gentle soul. She’s married, but she sees potential in this young man. This broken person that needs to be lifted up. For him she is an impromptu mother, asexual lover, friend. She’s all of these things and more. Her husband approves of the relationship. The connection. There is a need to draw him near to both of them. To give him their love. Make them a family. To prove that he is worthy of love, of life, and to be hopeful of his future.
Why and how do we make these connections? We make them, when we, the broken, reach out. Or when we, the unbroken, the stronger, reach out to the broken. We then, in turn by giving and getting help, ask to be fixed. To be healed. To be made stronger.
I have found these connections in the strangest of places. In the strangest of situations. With a variety of people. Why? I’m not really sure. I think it’s because I’m the passionate momma. I talk to everyone as if they are equal to me. I seek out the broken, the hurt, the sad, the grieving. I help them. With my words. With my heart. With my profound need to connect. Because I’ve been hurt I try to repair others that have been in similar situations. People are naturally drawn to me. I like that I’ve connected with young, old, boys, girls, animals, children. The list goes on and on. I will give you my heart to connect with but don’t hurt me. Don’t take advantage of me. For though I may still act as though I care, my heart will disconnect from you.
I mourn for those that can’t find and nurture these connections. How sad and lonely they must be. You become stagnant and your heart dies. We all must connect in some way, shape or form. If we’re not put on this earth to make these connections, then what are we here for? It cannot be to merely exist. It must be to thrive! It is to leave this place better than when we arrived. By leaving our imprint. It is to make your heart connect to make you human. And to make that human, love. That really is the ultimate goal, isn’t it?
The “heart connection”- what a beautiful concept. We all need those connections. They make our lives richer and “make [us] human”. Unfortunately, allowing our hearts to be exposed increases the likelihood that we will be hurt. But it is better to risk that than to not experience love at all.
Sweetheart I will always give my heart. Always. If it comes back to me a little broken. I’ll just glue it back together with the next connection that I make….
Your prose gets better and better Renee. A beautiful, touching piece on a special day. I think of all the broken soldiers who came home and those who didn’t. Lovely, really!!!
Thank you Susannah. So much. I have a funny post brewing in my brain right now. But I don’t think today is the best day to post it. Today is to remember our fallen soldiers. What they did for us. With their sacrifice they made our lives better…..
Agreed, but there’s tomorrow and the next and the next.
Exactly Susannah. Isn’t that the beauty of it? We can write every day. Every damn day!
We’re lucky we found something we love. I think that every day.
Yep girl. Me too. Me too…..
Beautiful. You are such a passionate soul.
Thank you so much for reading and for your kind comment….
A beautiful post. I enjoyed it! 🙂
Thank you so much Preety. I love making heart connections. It’s so important to do so.
You’re welcome.. and you’re right. It really is important.
Reblogged this on Rendezvous With Renee and commented:
Decided to reblog this for a new follower. Thought he might like to check it out. Yes the sappiness continues. I promise to say the word fuck at least once tomorrow.
Well, I’ll say it for you 🙂 That was one fuckin’ good piece of writing and sharing of what connections are to you. I find them much the same. I’ve been on both ends of the connection and I can’t say that one brings any more joy than they other. They are both joyous. The only thing that’s kept me from sliding backwards when I’ve stumbled is these connections. I will remember every one of them and have a place in my heart for them all. Thanks for reblogging this piece, Renee. You were quite correct, I love it and I love connections more than ever.
Thanks Kip, I’m glad you liked it. That means a lot to me. I appreciate every word you said.
Especially the F word, right? Just kiddin’ with ya [8>]) You’re quite welcome.
This sparkly girl does LOVE the F word.
Fuckin’ A! As George Carlin (Peace be with him) said once “it’s the most versatile word in the English language”. And the most unappreciated.
Renee, thank you for stopping by my blog and liking it. I look forward to following your blog. I enjoyed your references to Blazing Saddles.
Take care,
Ivon
Thank you so much for your comment. I enjoy reading more from you too.