-heartstrings-

We were traveling this weekend. And almost every time we travel, I get in a conversation with someone who I wish would move in next door. It reminded me of this thing I wrote one time that’s never showed up on this blog. I know, the beginning is kind of pretentious. Or over-exaggerated. I doubt that many people would say I’m “etched permanently into their souls” ūüôā but… it’s how I feel about other people.

 

heartstrings

if, after meeting for the first time
(or tenth, or twenty-third)
you notice I have been etched
permanently into your soul,
pay attention:
it could be that I’ve already added you
to my someday forever wish list,
my heavenly cul-de-sac map.

I may (or may not) have noticed
this invisible thread spiraling out from my heart,
spanning unbreakingly across time and miles
spun mostly from fibers of common interests and thoughts
but also an indefinable substance…

(what is this affinity for certain people?
the lowest common denominator
in dozens of relationships,
built more by instinct than careful planning?)

I wonder… if maybe…
these cords
that tangle me up with humanity,
binding my heart to other people’s
(yours, for instance)
are made of  nothing more than…
-not duty or obligation-
…simply:
recognition
of a kindred spirit.

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About ruthie.voth

Wife of one, mother of four, friend of many. Lover of details, color, good conversations, finding balance, and being honest. Passionate lover of a well-crafted sentence - even more so if it's witty. Weird blend of cynical optimist. I'm the worst kind of woman. I'm high maintenance, but I think I'm low maintenance. Somehow, people still love me. Must be grace.
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One Response to -heartstrings-

  1. joycemoyerhostetter says:

    Oh. Ruthie. That is beautiful. “my heavenly cul-de-sac map”. And so many other great lines. Bet your new friends will love reading this.

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