got trials?

{This post . . .I have deleted and started and then started once again. I am not one who enjoys WRITING a less than upbeat post. But [a possible "sorry" to you readers] I need this today. For me.}



got trials?


"Life is the only art that we are required to practice without preparation, and without being allowed the preliminary trials, the failures and botches, that are essential for training." - Lewis Mumford

I have long spoken of my amazement of the human heart.

I am continuously reminded that the driving force of my anatomy is spectacular - both in matter and metaphor. I see the contrast daily when I step on and off my treadmill.


The past few weeks have taught me, it is fragile yet determined. It is simple yet oh so complex.


I know the "book facts" on the heart. I took superfluous [points for anyone who can name the movie that made that word slightly more usable] amounts of anatomy courses.......It is a chamber that pumps red and white blood cells, beating two and a half billion times in an average lifetime . . blah....blah...blah.... but where is the book, the class, pace recommendations, the instruction manual on the metaphorical & emotional function of this organ?


I am grateful for my gift of life - it is magnificent through every small and not so small heartbreak and certainly every triumph and trial.


I am grateful for my strong sense of self, my destination & my goals in life. I firmly believe I do not walk this path alone, and I am thankful for the confidence and comfort that instills even on the toughest of days.

I am grateful for my family and friends - I deeply love each and every one of them, for they make my life experience infinitely richer.

And my daughter . . . . she gets her own shout out. I mean, come on, how can she not rock my world?!