Heart Reading … Day 4

This has been one of the longest couple of days in recent memory.

At 1:15am the same song that has been plaguing me all week (unbelievably one I still like by Santana) woke me up. And instead of a few words coming through when I calmed myself with my hand on my heart, an image appeared in my mind. The visual was of me sitting in the back of a hay wagon, which led me to think of milk, which led to the word opacity — i.e. cloudy communication.

Then when I “asked” if I needed to get up to write I got a yes. I asked again because I don’t recall ever getting a no (though I have gotten no response which I’ve taken to mean, “well, if you don’t want to listen to spirit, it’s up to you”). Anyway, this time I received another image — of the cosmos, stars, clarity on a black coffee night.

So I wrote all this under the impressive heat of a new 40W light bulb in this small gooseneck lamp that fell off the bed the last time I’d used it (when the other bulb broke). Then I felt the heaviness in my heart, which felt like it beat in the back of my throat.

Now she (my heart) is so still, barely making a ripple. I’m not sure what to make of it.

Here’s to a healthy clear heart.