How are you? How is your heart this morning?
I am not referring to the fist-sized organ in the centre of your chest, as crucial as your physical heart certainly is.
I mean the “scrum half” of your life.
I mean the seat of your emotions; the “black box” of who you are.
I am asking about the centre, your head office, the magnificent place where your thinking, your memory, and your planning converge; the switchboard where you make sense, or try to make sense, of what you have felt, feel right now, and will feel in the future.
I mean the place to which one may refer when one says one “fell” in love.
Yes, that place within you: where soul, spirit, mind, memory, ambition, regret, remorse, joy, sadness,…