When The Universe Speaks

I had just gotten off the train this morning, and began to walk a mile to work. As I walked, I took a moment to check my Blackberry. I had one email message waiting for me. When I saw who it was from, my heart leapt a bit in my chest. An old boyfriend - a man who is so good and who has many amazing qualities. I opened the email and began to read. I stopped walking and chills ran up my spine. I looked around. Was I being punked? The email was dated February 27, 2007. Why had it appeared in my email inbox? I began to walk slowly and I read the email. It was about matters of the heart.

I got to work and quickly logged onto the computer. I opened my email and looked in my inbox. The email was not there. Yes, it appeared as new mail on my Blackberry, but not in my email inbox. Weird, right? Better yet, what does it all mean?!?

Here is the email exchange:

February 27, 2007
There's comfort in the tidy little things that are in our lives. Crisp four
sided squares or six faced cubes.....3 inches by 3 inches by 3 inches. A
perfect cube. Our heads like perfect cubes. They stack nicely....take up an
exact amount of space. I can tell you in an instant what it is....3x3x3. A
cube. You can describe it and people know what you're talking about.

The heart is such an aptly rendered shape. I wonder when the heart first
took its valentine's shape...it is so perfect. So as I lay in bed last night,
contemplating your email and matters of the heart, I wondered if I could
describe a heart....a valentine heart. How would you describe it? Its....well about
3 inches high....in total...symmetrically shaped....ah... kind of pointy on
one side and bows out at the top on either side..... its not a 3x3x3 cube. A
heart is beautfiul shape and appropriate shape.

My response:
The NEXT odd thing here, is the fact that my response is nowhere to be found in my email account. I know what I wrote. I wrote that maybe, just maybe the modern-day heart came from the following idea: The human heart is roughly the size and shape of a fist. When you put two fists together, however, you get a rough heart shape. Maybe it's right... maybe love is really meant to be the joining of two hearts, which then forms that heart shape. Alone, you have a fist. You have to find a way to allow your single fist to soften enough, to let down your guard enough, so that it may be joined with that which belongs to another - together forming a heart.

I don't know what the answer is. I didn't know what the answer was in 2007 either. I am wondering why and how I got that email on my Blackberry. I suppose it's time to look deeper and take this as a message from a higher source. And with that in my mind, I am left to spend my day contemplating what it means when the universe speaks...

"It's the song in your heart that wants you to help make yourself a better person, and to help other people do the same. Everybody has one."                                     — The late Mattie Stepanek