Heart

​i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
― e.e. cummings

If we carry someone's heart in our heart, will we be more careful? Both with their heart and with our own? I would hope so. 

I've spent my last week reminding myself to practice patience and generosity. And doing only moderately well. I had two groups of dear generous friends descend upon me to celebrate my birthday but hardly anyone made plans besides just showing up. And mine is not a city where we can just walk into restaurants or bars (or clubs or theatre or anywhere) without reservations. Not the good ones at least. So I spent quite a bit of time making plans for eveyone, something that stresses me out only slightly as I try to take everyone's desires into consideration and I really want everyone to have a good time and but that's never guaranteed. 

However, my housing in the city was gifted to me by a different friend who lent me his condo for the week. He required nothing from me except that I enjoy it, he told me to make a set of keys so I'd have them for "the next time"  and he even showed me snaps of his security camera feed and said "Do not have sex here! Have sex anywhere else in the condo but not in this part of this room or you will be on camera!" I laughed about that but I took his advice. No sex against that door. Promise. 

I'm going into my 47th year reminding myself to hold my infuriating madcap amazing friends in my heart. To carry their hearts as I want them to carry mine. With love and generosity.