Today is the very rare coincidence of Valentine’s Day and Ash Wednesday. Our chaplain here had a very lovely, simple service for the imposition of ashes for our motley crew from all traditions.  It warmed my heart.

Since it is the first day of Lent, I am fasting. Only eating heart-shaped things.

I’ve been thinking about my heart a lot this week.  From time to time, I meet my cardiologist at the hospital where he shocks my heart back into an appropriate rhythm.  Simple enough.  Just takes most of a day, but I actually like all the attention.

But while all this was going on, at least for the part that the anesthesiologist didn’t have me under her spell, I suddenly had a feeling of tremendous gratitude for my heart. Maybe it was the drugs.  I don’t know. But  I pressed my hand flat on my sternum and actually   told my heart how faithful and hardworking it has always been. I mentioned what a long time we have been working together.

Mostly it has always been a joyful heart.  It has been broken a time or two, but mended stronger than ever. 

We’ve been together for a very long time, and when the time comes for us to go, you will let me know.  Until then, just  keep on keeping on. Thanks.