Where Did Heart-shaped Come From? -

Heart-Shaped:

As I continue to watch the clouds drifting above, I notice one cloud in particular that resembles the form we commonly call heart-shaped. That focus triggers a question, “Why is this particular shape called heart-shaped?” It takes a long stretch of one’s imagination to fill the gap between the form we refer to as heart-shaped and the actual shape of a physical, human heart. I ponder upon how that particular shape took on its meaning. In my space of gratitude, I decide to ask God, The Universe, my Higher Self, or whatever you choose to call “The Source of All That Is,” to provide an answer to my question.

As a result of my silently stated intention, the words that drift through my mind include the following: “Dear God, thank you for giving me a broader view of what caused a non-heart-shape to become known as heart-shaped.” I don’t really expect a voice to echo out of the heavens and shake the nearby buildings as it conveys the answer to me, so I just let that thought drift away with the heart-shaped cloud.

By now, I’m wise enough to know that the Universe works in mysterious ways so I shouldn’t have been surprised when about ten minutes later, I notice the answer to my prayer kneeling on the restaurant floor not ten feet away. Did I not just open myself to “a broader view of what caused a non-heart-shape to become known as heart shaped?” I laugh at my own words as I watch one of the two attractive young women at a nearby table. She has dropped something and is now kneeling on the floor and reaching under the table for the lost item.

She is kneeling with her feet away from me and her head toward me. Her derriere, wrapped in tight blue slacks, is high in the air and her head is very close to the floor when I notice that her broad hips, her slender waist and the cleavage of her rear end create an almost exact picture of what we commonly refer to as heart-shaped. I stare in amazement and then start laughing to myself.

If a goddess were bowing before me and offering herself to me for my pleasure, what picture would I see? I would see a vision similar to that which is right now kneeling before my eyes. Would not this sight and the anticipation of the joys to follow make my heart beat faster? If I were a kind and gentle man would not thoughts of love and gratitude fill my mind?

How might I symbolically and visually portray those feelings? One way would be in the form of a visual silhouette of what my eyes are presently perceiving. Of course, the sight of a woman bowing before her man are from days long gone. Such sights date back to well before the days of old when knights were brave an bold and damsels not so brazen -- back to that time when a women, being under the authority of her man, might commonly bow naked before him as he, in turn, bowed before God.

As I watch, it becomes obvious that the young woman is having difficulty reaching the dropped item, so I, as a knight not so old, put on a small piece of my shining ‘amour’ and get up to offer my assistance. She graciously accepts my offer of service, and so I slide the table away from the hedge, and then tilt the container of a large potted tree as she retrieves her lost item from beneath its far corner. From my very close proximity to the goddess kneeling before me, the vision of the heart-shape becomes anchored in my mind.

She gets up with a broad smile and expresses words of gratitude that fill me with great joy. She says, “I wish there were a way to repay you for your kindness. That ring you helped to retrieve was a gift from my grandmother.”

I respond with, “My friend, you’ve already repaid me for my kindness. The sight of you kneeling on the floor has inspired a piece for the book I’m currently writing.”

She responds with interest and says, “Would you care to join us and to explain that inspiration.” I gladly accept and spend the next half hour explaining, first my version of heart-shape, second, my capacity and position as a writer, and then even the topic of the book itself. I’m amazed at what’s happening and at the positive response I’m receiving.

First of all, I’m presently having a lively conversation with two very sexually attractive women, both of whom were strangers only a short while ago, and not only that, in an unassuming and socially acceptable way, we are talking about sexual sharing in the CLI Connection context.

What I find even more surprising is their enthusiastic response. They request a copy of my book and offer to pay me for it now, to be delivered when written. When I decline their offer of money, they still give me mailing addresses and two phone numbers and request that I contact them as soon as the book is available. I agree to do so and give each of them one of my business cards.

All too soon, the conversation ends, the women are off to their day’s events, and I sit back and reflect on what has just occurred. I marvel that my participation in the creation of this one book has already made such a significant impact on my life. The book is still in the early stages of being written and yet, it’s already the focal point out of which I have created my growing relationship with Jazbell, my fantastic CLIC experiences, the potential economic windfall that the book will most certainly generate for me, a whole new way of relating to the world, and God only knows what else. All this has come out of a simple agreement to write a book, which, by the way, I love doing.

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