|Nature's Heart Strings|
Nature had a message and a memory for me this morning. The early morning sunlight played upon the leaves of the neighbor's squash vine that had worked its way through the back fence, oblivious to manmade boundaries. I took the camera out in hopes to capture a moment of the magic. When I scrolled the photographs on the screen I caught sight of the artistry of God - an image of a heart and its heart strings.
I appreciate the phrase "tug at the heart strings".
It adequately conveys the feeling that lovers feel when the connection is made - as if your heart can no longer be restrained by your body. Or that sensation of feeling your heart tugging at its moorings to soar into heaven somehow - as if your heart was not the center of your mortal life force but was, more rightly, the center of your immortal soul.
I remember. Goodness, even my body remembers, the first time "it" happened. When the sight of "him", my soon-to-be husband, tugged at my heart strings. Sitting on the bus bench beside him and catching the briefest glimpse of my perfect match. In his eyes was a look that moved me more than any sultry scene with Cary Grant; even more than the sexy voice of Sean Connery. It was a fleeting moment, beyond the veil and shroud of life's trials and health's decay. Yes, there it was - sparkling, shimmering within the twinkle of his eye, creeping along the crinkled wrinkles of his face.
Today is Friday, date night, and it would seem that Nature knew that I needed a gentle reminder, a tug at the "old" heart strings.