It was just a routine check-up, which had me within a week lying in a darkened although white room. As a thankfully healthy individual, I felt awkward as I dressed in paper, was
attached to several lines, and then heard my heart!
The swishing and sloshing as it worked, the magnificent
reminder that my body is merely a machine. As the cardio tech followed the
pattern of my heart, I wondered if she could see what it held.
The swelling of joy it has witnessed.
The fracture of disappointment.
The collapse in fear of the unknown.
The memories of days and weeks it lay abandoned, and yet
survived.
The stubbornness of refusal.
The ability to replenish and recreate.
Does your beating heart remember these things?
You've also no doubt heard of how an infant calms down when
held close to a familiar heartbeat. Does this scrap of humanity hear the rhythm
of continuous love?
The stories you hear of the heart of one which is now housed
in another. Can this pumping vessel also bring the recipient an additional gift
of musical ability, of mathematical skills, of peace with the world? Does it
bring a fragment of its previous owner and meld into something
new? Can a heart re-shape your life and give you hope? (Tweet This)
A friend of mine was spending a day of remembering on the
anniversary of the loss of her spouse.
She was determined to work on her garden, cleaning it up in
preparation for winter's approach, something she and her husband had enjoyed
doing together. She knew that the messy business of kneeling on the grass and
grabbing at the drying flowers would allow her to shed some private tears.
She dug in the soil until her shovel hit something hard. The
object was bigger than she expected and she kept digging. And this is what she
found. It’s been washed here, but it too bore the remnants of being hidden just
below the surface. Just
like a human heart.
Listening to my heart that day in
that white room gave me many answers. Although our hearts are sheltered
within from the bruises and delights of everyday living, it is a vault of what
we choose to put inside. Let’s not forget its power and the magnitude of what
it gives us.
Find your heart in each action you do. In each small act of
kindness. In each huge act of forgiveness. Each time we bare open our fears and
each moment we offer of silent support.
And when you give or find a heart, know that it is a gift.
Just as my friend did.
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