Hidden Love is Dead Wood
When does the joyful sharing of wonderful news between friends become a heavy burden in the heart? When there is a catch attached to it.
On the weekend a dear dear friend got us together and shared the most wonderful news.
I wanted to yell the news from the cliff tops by my beach, so it would resonate across the sea to anybody and everybody out there. I thought of all my friends who would be stoked to hear about it. But on the way home from our get together I get a call from my ’sharing friend’ not to say anything to anybody, not yet.
Ahhh, now my joy has been locked up, my heart is contracting instead of expanding. Is honest, loving communication something that should be hidden away? Hidden love is dead wood. I can’t say a thing to anybody until I get the A-OK from my friend. Now I know she is protecting her own interests so why tell me at all? Because she wants to share her joy with close friends and I am lucky enough to be one of them. The hardest thing is that there are other friends interested in the news, waiting in anticipation, but I have to play a poker face. Those who know me, know my heart is worn on my sleeve, pulsating richly red with exuberance, all highs and lows on show. Not this time. Please don’t ask me about my friend’s news, I cannot lie, nor can I dishonour the request of my friend.
The very next day I am asked by my house mate about news from my sharing friend and now I have to fob her off and not answer the questions asked of me. Now I have to hide the truth. Rules and regulations concerning love shackle the heart. It’s a devastating game for me to play.
I hereby make a statement to the world, share any loving communication with me, I live for it, but don’t put restrictions on me. Please, from now on don’t tell me anything until you are comfortable for me to shout it from the cliff tops! Your wonderful news is there for us all to relish, it brings us all together.
Anton Hooton
- Anton is just a man seeking to live his own truth.
- Published: April, 2007