The Heart

I have been attending a creative writing group. Every session generates a writing prompt. I call this short essay, The Heart. The heart? I know all about this vital organ, from an anatomical perspective at least. Each day my heart beats over 100,000 times. …

I worked with a handsome, kind and brilliant man. He was married, with children and loved his family dearly. I knew several single available women who vied for his attention. He had a “ best friend” for many many years. She was an educator and an artist, at least they…

“​Good morning! This is Kuan Yin. O​f all the adventurous explorations possible in the world, the heart is maybe the most wonderful. Your authentic heart is in truth a great energy field of light and consciousness, brimming with wisdom and the truest love. A​lways give thanks and love to your…

Tell me, What do you want? A lie to believe in? Safety? Security? Prosperity? Recognition? Appreciation for all that you are? Talk to me, What do you fear most? The loss of all that you own? The downcast eyes of a child? Rejection? Homelessness? Financial ruin? The loss of your sight? Your limbs? Your hearing? Or do…

To know yourself deeply is to know others as well. To go beyond surface expression means understanding is held. Compassion is kept and the love is felt. Confusion becomes illusion and the problems, they melt. Gj Anahata or the Heart chakra is the core of our consciousness. It is where…

“Good morning! This is Kuan Yin. The being through whom these teachings flow will share. “Recently I was doing a meditation practice with a group of people that focused on the heart. I often do not see clearly with my inner vision, though this gift improves with time and practice. This time I really LOOKED, looked down into my body with my physical eyes, and perceived a light there. I decided to keep seeing that light. My mind generally jumps in and helps, making things up, or jumping off the rails entirely on some monkey mind errand. Oooo! Something shiny! You know.

The heart is a space outside of time. A refuge. Scrapbook. Wildlands. The Dreamer and the Griever stumble through the Heartlands. A Dali landscape folded inside itself. From these love-scorched plains, past and future stretch to the horizon in all directions. When we know something in our heart, it is…

It’s a strange thing to try and describe, this sensation of the very real, felt, deep desire to follow one’s heart. I also feel there is grave misunderstanding when it comes to deciphering the particular frequency with which the heart expresses itself. Unfortunately for many, emotional disassociation is prevalent. Along…