"She moved me." That's how my friend described a woman he's interested in. And not just her looks, though she's pretty, but everything about her presence moves him. He asked if anyone had ever moved me like that. I told him maybe. I'm moved less by a person's looks, more by their words. When I read, "i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart) " or "nothing amazing happens here", I am moved... almost to tears.
Once a long time ago, I was in a meeting and my boss really pissed me off by attempting to publicly humiliate me in front of the entire staff. My facial expression and body language could be read by anyone in the room. As I was leaving when the meeting was over, one of my co-workers stopped me and said "are you alright?" The concerned look in his eyes, his gentle touch on my arm and those three words moved me.
The keys to my heart - words, spoken and unspoken, written and unwritten that help reveal mysteries about myself, others and the world. Simple words that when put together form miracles of hope, understanding, passion, compassion, sometimes even love. I cherish, remember and hold onto those which have been spoken and written. I wait patiently and expectantly for those that remain unspoken and unwritten.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
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