Occasionally there are moments that occur unexpectedly that convince me we are all connected in some inexplicable way. I had a meeting of the minds yesterday when I was once again in my doctor’s waiting room.
There was a monitor in the room flashing up images of hearts. They were quite well done – hearts made of flowers, stones grouped into the shape of a heart, raindrops forming hearts. Very artistic and quite lovely.
The images were part of a campaign promoting heart health entitled IN WHAT SHAPE IS YOUR HEART?
There was accompanying literature about ways to reduce your risk of heart disease as well as a questionnaire to fill out.
I was sitting in a row with five other women who were roughly all in their 30s and 40s. We all commented on the images and how well presented they were but here comes the interesting part. Before we read the literature we all interpreted the question In What Shape Is Your Heart? in a metaphorical way.
There were comments about broken hearts, bruised hearts, hearts on fire, weary hearts and hopeful hearts. We talked for a good twenty minutes about the ups and downs of relationships. All of our hearts had been bruised and battered in varying ways but we all agreed that the heart is incredibly resilient and cannot help but cling to hope.
It was a refreshing, uplifting meeting of the minds. In so many ways, we are all the same.
It gladdens my heart.
* Image by SER on DeviantART