dailydatewithgod

One of my favorite songs is “Shape of My Heart,” by Sting. I will hold off on going off on about the artistry of both the music and the lyrics and simply say that it speaks to my heart as though it knows the essence of the beating element within me. It is a song that upon hearing it I can’t help but feel myself dancing from the inside out.  It seems to make a distinction between the machinations of our mind and actions and the contours of our hearts.  It hints that the shape of one’s heart keeps it within a particular realm which is not that which is measured by the world as valuable.  As we get to know the contours of our own hearts we become acquainted with what resonates with it and what does not.  The things outside the contours of our heart are valuable and have a role, but they may not live well within the contours of our hearts. We are often so busy trying hard to fit the shape of who we are literally and figuratively into what the world expects, we disregard the contours of our hearts.  It is only when we awaken to the discord that we are open to reconciling and opening up a dance in which the contours of our hearts can hold space for the things of the world.  The contour does not allow us to forget the truest essence of who we are. The contour of our hearts is what invites us to see with love that which it may not have space for but can witness to its value and role in the world.  The contour holds the space for us to be fueled by the courage we need to show up and face the world bringing what only our hearts can bring.