|the human heart stripped of fat and muscle with angel veins|
When I started this blog it was with the intent of showing how all of life is just a metaphor for some spiritual knowledge. The scripture on the mast head is from Romans 1:20: "For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead." That is to say, we can come to understand God through His creation...."His invisible attributes are clearly seen." I began with the metaphor of the moon. This subject of listening to your heart is about my pulsatile tinnitus. Tinnitus is a ringing in the ears that most people come to experience as they get older and which I've had for more than a decade. But pulsatile tinnitus only just appeared late last year and only in one ear. It is an additional sound of my pulse and is louder that my "regular" tinnitus. After various tests it was determined that mine is caused by sensorineural hearing loss. Because of this hearing loss my brain tunes into the noise my body makes and because my artery is so close to my ear, this is what it hears.
At first it was very annoying. But now, months later, I'm using it as a reminder that I should be listening to my heart, in the metaphorical sense. I've always been one to follow my head--very practical, always planning ahead for ways to avoid making a mistake, and therefore being cautious to a fault. Following my heart is foreign to me, so much so that I'm not even sure what I mean when I use that term! All I know is I feel I'm being led to change the way I view my world and that following my heart will take me there--that my head (brain) is no longer what I should be following--for God resides in the heart, not the head.
When I started on my spiritual journey in earnest in my 30's I remember wishing I had a clock that chimed every 15 minutes so that I could use it to remind me to turn my thoughts to God....otherwise, I'd go off on my own, as usual, with my worries and plans, never giving thought to Him until I hit a hard spot. Over the years I'd find some other aid to remind me to turn my thoughts to Him during the day, but soon they'd fall by the wayside. It's no wonder, now, that He's had to find a permanent way to remind me to listen to my Heart--the seat of my soul where He resides. Now all He has to do is turn up the volume a little and I hear my heart pulsing blood to my brain...and I remember Who is the creator of that blood and that heart and that brain and the life that's attached to it.
Lord, hearing my heart beat has actually become comforting. It reminds me that without it--without You--I have no life--just an existence. I praise You and give You the Glory for all that I am meant to be.
Link to scripture: Psalm 40:8