Journeys are full of challenges and admissions… the story of me—particularly my heart’s journey—is no different.
I’ll begin with a quote from The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
“You must understand that love never keeps a man
from pursuing his Personal Legend.
If he abandons that pursuit, it’s because it wasn’t true love…
the love that speaks the Language of the World.”
And I’ll finish with the tale that made me fall in love with stories:
Two Halves of One Dragon’s Heart
I can’t remember how old I was when the wisest Witch I’ve ever met told me that every living thing begins existence as a dragon. “A human being,” she said “is a tough dragon soul, formed by opposite halves of a perfect heart. So flawless and so in love is this Dragon’s Heart that the Gods get envious; out of jealousy, they cut the heart in half before birth and send the pieces in separate ways.
The human body then becomes fragile. But sometimes—many times, actually—a person gets lucky enough to find his or her other half. When the two halves come together, they transform and become a complete Dragon’s Heart: perfect for each other, unbreakable and strong, in love, one.”
I gave my heart to a man many years ago. He gave me his, too. We were happy. We got married. We loved and hurt each other… a lot. I ran from the pain that was him. It felt like we gave up on each other. I was pretty sure the other half of my dragon had stayed with him.
Then I met my Piano Man and began to wonder if the Gods in the witchy story didn’t, perhaps, bless humans with their cutting curse. If the dragon is born whole, the two halves never get to choose. But after the severing, the decision of whom we allow to complete our Dragon’s Heart becomes ours and ours alone. Mine...
If I’m the everlasting owner of half of my Dragon’s Heart—and I know that I am—then I claim the right to author and live my own story. I get to choose the love legend “that speaks the Language of [my] World.” I love that… a lot.
And I believe that outlook on love is not limited to romantic relationships; at least not in my case. For it extends to the way I relate to my family, friends, and to my spirituality, too.
I love my kin because they deserve it;
not because we share blood.
I love my friends because they are amazing;
not because it’s the right thing to do.
I love my witchery because it’s part of me;
not because someone says I’ll burn if I don’t.
I love my Piano Man because his love helps me understand all of the above. He knows what I have to give. Yes, his half of Dragon’s Heart makes my half feel more whole than it has in a long, long time.
I don’t love my Piano Man because he loves me,
but because loving him brings out the best me there is right now.
What about you my Wicked Darlings, do you believe in one fated love or do you think that the choice lies within the heart of the lover?
|A cake topper from Offbeat Bride. Different, huh?|