I once felt this person touch my hand and without doubt it sent a shock all the way to my heart. His presence made my blood shoot like the stars. His voice elevated me. It was a passion I never knew.
I believed every word he said. I never wondered what he was doing and his touch made me feel safe. I felt as if there were to be an earthquake the world could crumble, but if I were in his arms I would still be standing. It was a trust I never knew.
This man is not, unfortunately, the same person. He, rather they, are two different people. Neither lasted. For a while I missed the passion and was deeply concerned that I would never find it again. But now, as I venture back into the vulnerability of my heart it is the trust that I realize I need. And, it is trust that stirs a rare form of passion that typically goes unnoticed. The passion that lies in the calm before the storm when the waters are so soft it’s hard to see them move. When your heart is almost beating too slow because your mind is at peace. How did I miss it?
Ideally we would all like to have both, and by no means am I negating that the two can occur with the same person. My revelation here is don’t dismiss something because it appears to simple. In fact, embrace the calm, embrace being able to breathe in someone else’s being without feeling like you need an oxygen tank to survive. Start here because what good is a spark to your heart if you can’t trust that it won’t fizzle, or jump start someone else’s heart too? Passion without trust leads to lust, and lust leads to greed and jealousy. In my opinion it’s harder to passionately trust than to passionately lust. However, nothing golden comes easy.