Hearts are not political. They're soft and fuzzy. To communicate with one is to leave agreeing or disagreeing behind as a goal or a way of communicating.

A heart is something you hold gently in your hand when someone gives it to you to hold for a bit. It's usually a trade... one hopes the other holds one's heart as gently. Precious things. Good to hold. Good to have held.

Hearts usually turn out to be much the same, regardless of what the tongue spouts when connected. When you hold one, and yours is held, that becomes quite clear, and simple. It causes a sort of awe-filled feeling of curiosity and privilege. And gratitude.

Hearts hide when politics hold sway, and shouting is the communication in force.

Miss the heart and you miss the human being living beside you. Look around yourself... I know there are a lot of them to see. When you do, tell me what you see.

Hearts can be open even when minds slam shut. They are much, MUCH harder to close.

~Susan