What to Say When There is Nothing to Say

The last few days have been rather eventful.  There has been little time to write.  When I did have time, the words just weren’t there.  My mind was some where else.   Chest pains finally brought my husband to the ER.  Two days of tests have found he carries an enlarged heart.

It all seems rather metaphorical not in a distant, vague way but in a way that touches the sinew and muscle of a heart that is larger than it should be.  It touches the sinew and muscle of the family in which we are all satellites of each other.

Fortunately, the blockage in this over-sized heart is not so severe that a stint or surgery is necessary.  Nonetheless, it remains something that demands attention, a change in lifestyle and greater attention to all matters of the heart.









I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.


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The Miracle Morning: The Not-So-Obvious Secret Guaranteed to Transform Your Life (Before 8AM)
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