It’s late, and I am just writing my post for today. No problem. I don’t feel anxious because my mind and soul see heart in lots of places, and that makes it comfortable to write about the heart all around me.
The other day, I cut an apple in half to remove the core so I could eat whole juicy chunks of its goodness. I paused a moment before slicing around the seeds. It suddenly dawned on me the half apple had a heart shape. I never noticed that before, but writing for this blog has made me more sensitive to expressions of heart. That’s a gift. A true gift.
If we don’t have heart, we can’t live. It’s not only in us: it’s all around us. Yes, we gotta have heart! If my biological heart breaks down, a mechanical heart might keep me alive. And some very blest people receive hearts as a last gift from very kind organ donors. We must have heart inside to live, but heart all around us uplifts our lives, too.
I digress. Back to the apple. Now I won’t see apples the same ever again. I know they are nutritionally very good for us, but they also give us a heart symbol. I am grateful for my new way to look at this marvelous rosey fruit.
Perhaps now I can consider other fruits as heart symbols. Medical articles I’ve read recently tell me the heart is pear-shaped. I want to slow down enough soon so I can really look at a few pears to see whether I see heart there. I hope I do. What things unexpectedly provide symbols of heart in your life?