KEEPER OF A HEART

I start out mornings telling you if "I" is in or out. I am sure you could care less if she is or not. I love her, I care. We bought "H" our first Mini-Pin eight years ago. He is a silly little dog, we love him dearly. He is my husbands Bud. His best pal. Then five years ago, a wonderful girl, Brandy, who had a Mini named Princess . Gave us one of Princess's puppies. So when she become old enough, her and "H" could mate. And we could all have a another puppy. We called her Incredible, "I" for short. So now we have HI, "H" and "I". They have never had puppies. "H" has never really become clear on just how that works. "I" seems to understand very well but has not yet been able to teach "H" just how it goes. But it really doesn't matter to us, we love them. And they love us. They have our hearts and they ours. It is very possible to love a little four legged anilmal. I say he plays favorites for "H".He accuses me of favoring "I", but it matters not. We love them,

There is different kinds of love for sure. The love we have for our familes. The super strong love we have for our children. For our parents, love for a friend and the bond that friendship forges can be very strong. The love we develop for another person, someone who comes along and for some reason seems to be that special one. Our hearts race when we see them, our breath gets short.. We think about them night and day. Of course those feelings , especially when we are young can be that other four letter word. But whatever, love is a feeling. An emotion that can consume us quickly.

But sometimes we give our heart to the wrong person, or vise versus, they give theirs to us and maybe we just don't, or they just don't, treat it very well. I was reading a letter the other day. This person sent a poem he had written,, it was beautiful, but very sad. This person has a broken heart, written between the lines of his letters and his poems is a broken heart. I am sure we all have had our hearts broken, Someone carelessly takes promises they have made us and steps on them as easily as we would crush a cracker.

I do not understand or will I ever just what motivates our emotions. Some people seem to be able to recover more quickly when someone tosses us aside as if we were yesterday's trash. Some people maybe just hide it better than others, some get bitter and never are able too truly open up to another again. I find that very sad, though I have been hurt to a point it colored my life gray for a long time.


Love is what makes the world go round, or so they say.
I find that to be true. Loving someone makes our smile brighter, our step lighter. But oh the tables can turn so quickly when that person lets us down. But we let others down too. People I don't think set out to hurt us or us them, but it happens.

When someone we love decides they can live without us. And we don't feel we can live without them, it is rough. Then before we can get our heads on straight, they have bounced out and found someone new to whom they are pledging their undying love. We are left feeling like a Mack truck has just hit us. So if there is a moral to this rambling today. Is be careful who you trust your heart too. And who you allow to give their heart to you. Because when you become a keeper of a heart, there is responsibility to handle it with care. Here is another Yeats poem.

Never give all the heart
by W. B. Yeats


Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.