Hard beating...
300 grams and no larger than a clenched fist ... In my own case，shifted to the left ， with couple of scars . When I roll over I can feel it，right there ，underneath my breast . Beating hard ...
Blood in ，blood out ； Breath in，breath out ；inhaling ，exhaling； Pulsing ，without pause.
The little workhorses ， heart and lungs. Flesh，muscle，vapor，fluid.
The animated tissue that is our emotional core. Breath can be taken away，a heart broken ； we feel it right here，in our chest.
Today，a heaviness. The weight of someone who’s been traveling the same path but for whom the journey has now ended. Called home ，as it were.
Sure we knew this is coming ， but still the loss is profound ...
I ponder the possibility that my weighty heart is in stark contrast to hers， which is now light. That I am holding here，in my heart yet，but that dying is a letting go . Maybe even a sort of euphoria .
I ponder the possibility that my weighty heart is in stark contrast to hers， which is now light. That I am holding here，in my heart yet，but that dying is a letting go . Maybe even a sort of euphoria .
An end to pain but also a new beginning . A rolling back into the scrum that is all of life . Unbound. Unburdened...
But always loved.
Condolences .