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Sails.

               I saw a tweet today, a couple thousand likes. a couple ten hundred retweets. It was a tweet on vulnerability. "You're the only person I am vulnerable with." With a clown as the image. two clowns actually, maybe, I think. Anyway, it's funny how much the people relate.
So we like being vulnerable? We like letting guards down? We simply pick and choose?
               Someone pulled the rug from under Lewis Capaldi and now we have a song for ages. But we still pour ourselves out?  A girl on instagram posted a video saying she, ''ain't got no favourite colours left to give.'' And it is not hard to go from favourite colour to soul ache.
Anyway, vulnerability. Earlier this year, I listened to a song called Sails.
Hard to be honest, keep our hearts open, to  be who we truly are.
the lyrics continue with a great but;
here in your love, Lord, there's no pretending.
           And maybe if you're lucky, you've found your person. Or maybe you are still waiting, hoping.
Either way, this is for you.
I let out the sails of my heart.
Letting out the sails of your heart is vulnerability's equivalent. I think.
As defined by google, that defines most things for me,  to let out sails is to let off the tension on the line that is holding the sails toward the centre of the boat letting it move.
I don't own a boat but I have an alive heart. The centre of my thoughts and emotions and perspectives is certainly still active.
So letting out the sails is also to surrender; they'll call it white flags, I'll call it sails.
Either way, you move and are moved.
Moved to peace, to joy, to love.
Moved to  freedom.
God is present, you can let out your sails.

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