The Dearhearts

Maybe everyone in the world is a Dearheart to someone, and it’s the dynamic between you and them that allows you to see their Dearheartedness.

I have met many Dearhearts, but some really stand out. They are “special” and their specialness makes me more special. This is the dynamic I thrive on. Friends of such caliber and Dearheartedness are so inspiring, it almost doesn’t matter what they say, it touches you and makes you feel happy.

Tonight I was walking with a beautiful sunset, great walking music in my ears, and I turned on my data connection to listen to a specific song online. Upon doing this I received a message from a friend; a Dearheart.

There I was walking and thoroughly enjoying myself, mouthing the words to the song and even skipping now and again when I couldn’t resist. I was walking at dusk on a solitary path, so my pleasure was uninhibited.

In a matter of seconds I was transported from my beautiful sunset walk, to a beautiful sunset walk with a Dearheart. Her genuineness took me over the edge, and touching me so suddenly my eyes filled up.

I feel indulgent and cocky to share her words, but her Dearheartedness was so beautiful, I don’t care. Its her I want to share.

“Hi sweet you. <3 Just drove home and the song "Natalie" by Bruno Mars came on my Pandora. I turned it up loud and sang your name SMILING.

The lyrics to the song aren't that great or positive.... but it's fun to sing the part "Natalie!" ”

Then we chatted about sunsets and farm fields and on being inspired. (I was walking on a path paved by a farmer with cows grazing in the middle.)
She shared a poem with me by Rainer Maria Rilke  (translated by Robert Bly) Titled Sunset.

Sunset

“Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colours

which it passes to a row of ancient trees.

You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you,

one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth,

leaving you, not really belonging to either,

not so helplessly dark as that house that is silent,

not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing

that turns to a star each night and climbs

leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)

your own life, timid and standing high and growing,

so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,

one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.”

Thank you to the Dearhearts. I appreciate you in my life. I get to smile, laugh, and cry with you… and I love it!