Open Heart

Jogging by the beach with my friend the other morning, I mentioned to her that in order to appreciate and be grateful about things you had, you had to have an open heart, otherwise how could you be in touch with gratitude, from what place could you receive and give. That would explain the many times one has gifts, new friends, family that truly love you and from inside nothing is happening and you go through life like visitor through airports, just hanging out waiting for the next flight, going to a new city, new streets, blocks, houses and people but when you get off the plane the same suit comes down, the same tricks descend...maybe some new ones but the same mold, perhaps a little older but the same suitcase, some new suits but nothing can dress the closed heart.
So it gets harder and harder to feel anything at all until one day you are touched by something greater and there it is…a crack, small enough to transmit all that light, all the possible irregularities that make it possible to persist, to dig deep into what you really are. All of a sudden those roots below your feet start travelling faster than you´ve ever imagined and they better be thick because now with an open heart comes in responsability. The responsability that you are becoming that bridge that extends to villages not just to the next airport but your bridge is widening by the second and others can cross and meet you on the other side, that is the beauty of an open heart, your shoulders are pulled back and the chest rises with every breath you take and your rib cage widens between each lightning of expansion.
So now, its not that it becomes easier for take off but without resistance the flight is smoother and you are not just a visitor looking for a new city, you are that city, you are those streets, those trees, those winds. You just are that second ticking with presence.