I've been thinking about gifts of the heart. A heart is strongest when it is open. A weak heart is one which remains closed and constrained. We search everywhere for the comfort and sweetness locked deep within our beings, and instead find Splenda for our souls; excesses of all kinds. Our short-lived satisfactions contains aspartame, a chemical which will turn into formaldehyde if heated.
We are all missing some sweet vein like maple syrup in our souls, the liquid gold which never runs dry, and flows from the earth to our lips. The tremendous maples are grandmothers teaching us how to be love, in perfect fountains; how to love and always have more than enough. Because it does not come from us, but instead through us, on its way around the universe. We have only to tap into the wellspring of our vitality. And take care that the buckets are not lined with lead.
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