Fools Rush In

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
And so I come to you my love
My heart above my head.

Though I see the danger there
If theres a chance for me
Then I dont care.

Fools rush in where wise men never go
But wise men never fall in love
So how are they to know?

When we met, I felt my life begin.
So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in.

Just open up your heart and let
This fool rush in.

Fools Rush In,  Johnny Mercer, 1940

I was in a restaurant by myself yesterday, and the Ricky Nelson version of this song came on.

I felt myself soften, and my hips swayed in a way that tells me I am connected with the feminine.

I smiled, finally feeling back to myself after so long.

And remembering that feeling this morning, I went to find the lyrics.

Fools rush in where wise men never go, but wise men never fall in love. . .

I felt my life begin. . .

Yeah.  I am working so hard to be in my head, to be dead that things don’t work.  Johnny Mercer knew it: only being a fool, falling in love, and putting your heart above your head lets life begin.

My sister needed permission to claim space for herself to go to Maine and not serve her friend, who felt incapable of going on the trip.  As hard as it was for her to claim her own needs, when she did, it triggered the possibility of her friend to claim hers, and today they are both heading for the coast.

TBB sent pictures of her and some pals on the Harley in Hawaii.  She rushes in, and life rises to meet her.

And for a moment, I felt centered in my hips, and well, happy.

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