A Heart-Full Experience


Don Charisma© of Don Charisma©org
recently asked what we think of when we hear the word “heart”.  The following is my answer:

Heart. Chutzpah. Desire.  The images dance in my mind.  Obviously, I think of my husband and children.  Memories of deceased loved ones flicker across my consciousness.   I think of grandpapa getting me up early in the morning at the cottage,  just before the sun inched one glimmer of light above the horizon.  I recall the dampness of the morning fog on the lake as we rowed out into the middle of it.  Satisfied with our position, grandpapa would gently whisper, “Are you ready? Sit still, don’t talk, and just wait.”

It would take all of my willpower to be still and quiet; but my curiosity would win out.  Silently we sat; absorbing the sights, sounds and scents of the foggy predawn when a shadow loomed overhead.  A Blue Heron swooped down, skimming  the lake for its morning meal.  I sat in transfixed wonder as the magnificent birds continued the pattern almost like a well-choreographed ballet.  When it was time to head back to shore, the sunrise colors exploded over the lake as the fog rolled over the ripples left in the water by grandpapa’s oars.

This memory is called to mind, because of his willingness to share his heart with me.  Blue Herons were his favorite bird, and watching them is what filled his heart with wonder.  I think of grandpapa’s undying appreciation for childlike awe.  I think of how full my heart  was on those mornings, and of how I can pour that same fullness into others; simply by inviting them to experience what makes my heart full.


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