Many of us are looking forward to Valentine’s Day within the next two days. Sure it has been highly commercialised and the meaning for many is obscured, inconsequential and bears no weight on how they live their lives. However there still remains a large sector of the population worldwide who still pay homage to Valentine’s Day. The flowers, chocolate, candlelight dinners, music, stolen and, or hushed rendezvous, unbridled copulation, regular hook-ups et al are being highly anticipated. But…. but is the heart in any condition to receive any of these? How is your heart…? Just how is it?
Is that heart of yours adrift, anchored, poised, sunken………blue, red, green, white…..? how is it? If that heart of yours is adrift, I sympathise with you. For as I look way over the waters, I see the slow moving artifact being carelessly strung along the waves that couldn’t care less. I see it being wildly tossed by those currents in any manner they wish because love has left the shores and your heart has taken after it in hopeless pursuit. Or is it? Is it being carried along to that place where some solace will be found? Is your heart adrift? Has sense left all sensibility and blind amour taken over? Is it even amour or is it an obsession over a phenomenon that had at some point in time appeared full of potential, but now has simmered down into mere vapour quickly escaping? Is it a fear of being left alone with no crutch to hold on to because you’re afraid to be alone. Is your heart adrift?
Is your heart anchored? Do I see a firmly attached solid fixture of wholesome positivity because parties have taken time to work, mend, build and reconfigure? Or do I see a grounding into an idea or unrealistic expectation, a shaky and pliable facade of strength because you are too rosy-eyed? Have you ensured that your hold is worthy of being cherished and protected lest you find yourself being ripped from your moorings and thrown out into the deep to be devoured? Is your heart anchored and in what?
If your heart is poised, I see an anticipation of take off to a higher level where new developments look promising and rich. I see it taking normal beats of character and assurance because the foundation was laid for sturdiness and courage. But could there be any inclination that your heart is poised without knowing where the journey’s headed? Could there be any small doubt that you had been misinformed, or had misjudged, or even had set off knowing fully well that the unknown was not what you really wanted? Could the latter be because you were tired of waiting, watching others take flight while your heart lay cold and yearning for that warmth you so desire? Is your heart poised?
What if your heart is sunken? What if you had given up and had thrown away all hopes of ever been stirred, lit or set ablaze with desire and fire? Is your heart sunken? Do I see a dejected version of a once throbbing muscle, completely faint and hidden under barrages of heaviness and unrequited, rejected or hopeless amour? Have you thrown in the towel because the dryness in it has turned into thorns and thistles that stab at you too often and too hard. Who has pierced the dagger in too deep and has all of Cupid’s arrows completely missed the mark in your courtyard? Is your heart sunken?
As the heart conditions vary, I can’t help but notice that the shades, hues and colours do too. From my vantage point I notice the blues, reds, green and white. I see the heart of disappointment and tears and I am saddened for you if your heart is blue. I wish and hope that the dolor will be lifted and you can smile again. I see your rage in your heart of red and hope that your anger will subside and be contained as you find your healing from your malaise. I empathise with your heart of green as that envy and jealousy grip you hard such that you are yet to come to terms with what is actually happening and pray that you find your resolution and your bonheur returns. I really care for that white heart of yours that sits timidly and frail in the shadows because you are struggling to emerge into the light. I long to see your bulbs turn on bright is your heart is white. So how is your heart…..? just how is it?
Come Valentine’s Day, I hope that we all will be clear on the condition of our heart. And way past that date, I pray that our heart, the seat of our emotions, will and indeed the very core of our being will be in such a state that whatever life throws at us, skilful manoeuvrings will ensue. It is vital that we take care of our heart. The Bible itself talks about “Guarding one’s heart.” since from it flows waht defines who we really are. So regardless of whether you are into Valentine’s Day or not you must, of necessity, know How’s your Heart!
