My Heart Speaks Here

One Realization, One Memory, One Story at a Time

heidibeth

heidibeth
Birthday
April 02
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I'll tell you about my journey while I'm telling myself, rereading and saying aha! yes! and that is what it was like! Words have magic feet. I like to see them dance. The rest is to be kept quiet because it is sacred. How I watch people and love them never wondering if we'll agree. I love them because they are. I believe in words but they aren't everything. I'll take harsh speech and good deeds over eloquence and little helpful action in the world. There's shades of gray through everything which is one of many reasons I pray, "Thy Will not mine be done," trying not to cross my fingers but keep my eyes and heart open.

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Salon.com
APRIL 3, 2012 1:46AM

and then?

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What does it feel like after you win the Olympics,
drink champagne carried aloft on the arms of manic frenzy,
begin to inhale deeply again, then stretch your winning body
in an unfamiliar bed a thousand miles from home, still the same
flesh and blood who emerged from your mother so many years ago?

How do you roll when, no matter how ideal a thing can be,
you understand there is a next moment, a next decision,
a next sunrise, breakfast, going on as normal soon enough
(the day your medal is encased and mounted on the den wall)
and it's only in the fraction of a second you get to decide,
at every ordinary turn of time, how beautiful it all may be,
every slender hour behind the scenes.

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