Opening 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 I have, I had to have an open heart, otherwise how could I be in touch with gratitude, from what place could I receive and give. That would explain the many times I've had gifts, new friends, family that truly love me and from my inside nothing is happening and I've gone through life like a visitor, roaming through airports, just hanging out waiting for the next flight, going to a new city, walking like a zombie through new streets, new blocks, houses and people and each time I 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 walk maybe a new suitcase with some new suits but nothing can dress the closed heart.
So it gets harder and harder to feel anything at all until one day I am touched, visited by something greater and there it is…a crack, small enough to transmit all that light and all the possible irregularities that make it possible to persist, to dig deep into what I really am. All of a sudden those roots below my feet start travelling faster than I´ve ever imagined and they better be thick because now with an open heart comes in responsability. The responsability that I are becoming that bridge that extends to villages not just to the next airport but my bridge is widening by the second and others can cross and meet me on the other side, that is the beauty of an open heart, my shoulders are pulled back and the chest rises with every breath I take and my 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 I am not just a visitor looking for a new city, I am that city, I am those beautiful streets, those ancient trees, those adventurous winds. I am that second ticking with presence.
Opening heart is a broad avenue travelling to all the villages in me that are ready to be born and exchange between that greater light that has been knocking at my door for quite some time now and the beggining of a song that we all seem to be singing.