Coldness is its own form of aggression. Courtesy frowns on killing, but “we” all have agreed “we” can live without what “you” have to offer. Knives can not slice so keenly as the freezing burn of that cold stare. With closed hearts, we’ve agreed, be gone!
Acknowledged – attempts to give space. It is a quiet reserve that says “I’m not sure that you can ever understand”. The vibes clearly say that you don’t belong, but it is too awkward to slam the door, so we let you in – on the edge. You can watch and we hope you won’t cause harm.
Well received is more formal.Caution’s history invokes arms length chitchat. Conversations lag as uncertainty reigns when your place is not yet assigned!. Testing evolves as partners dance seeking to safely sample this stranger’s plans – are they for good or harm? Strangers just feel awkward!
Warm embraces feel powerful. Hearts that open, eyes that see. Words sparkle as exploration’s journey meets the joy of hearts that sing. A place is found; a story is formed. Inclusion builds bridges and trust picks up hearts in its embrace.
Fire’s laughter, squeals of joy. Passion meets its echo and squanders somber silence’s dignity. Liquid joy drips on a cheek while coherence loses face. Life is vital, life feels great, when love’s elixir burns its way into the soul.
Author – Bill Tidsbury