Hello everyone. I hope there’s at least two or three peoplewho still follow Intangible Hearts. My apologies for not posting on a regularbasis but I have seriously good excuses. (I’ll leave out my sob stories fornow.) Anyway—I hope we are true, lasting friends. The type you don’t hear fromfor years, and when you finally see each other it’s like you never left. Theconnection is there—or here—from my heart to yours. And yes, it’s intangible.When you know—you know.

We are slightly sentimental and nostalgic. True traditionsare written on the borders of our hearts. We know what’s real and what’s not. Weprotest gently. With love. We send letters, cards and post pictures of flowers.We like pretty postage stamps and we don’t like lies. We would call it all out,but the world is out of balance, and we are few. We know that real perfume isin the middle of a gardenia, rose or honeysuckle vine. All the French perfumein the world cannot mask the truth. And spraying the television news withcologne or even bug spray won’t help. We pray. A lot.

With many types of faith, we pray to the same God. We beseechthe help of saints, of guardian angels, and of wise spirits who have gonebefore us. We are tested and humbled daily, but--there is a thread that keepsus together and alive; it swirls around the earth, pulling us together as onethrobbing link of something miraculous and amazing—beyond party lines orcolors--it is our loving and gracious intangible hearts.

Until next time—stay focused—centered if you will-- on the fruits,and blossoms in your own garden—your beautiful soul—which has to come first--because when the harvest produces--you will be able to share the bounty withthose you love.