I learned about the heart in my medical degree. I didn’t discover anything about how a heart loves.

I learned the muscle, chambers, blood supply, nodes and nerve stimulation. I learned to see electricity on an ECG. It was during a cardiothoracic rotation at Royal North Shore Hospital that my heart broke. Nothing prepared me for that. Was it my heart?

I can see why they might say that. A crushing pain in the chest that takes your breath away.

And yet my heart sings. It soars. It melts. It stops.

I fell in love completely when I became a mum. I discovered that love multiplies.

I love with all my heart. I hold people in my heart.

I eat a hearty meal. I have known heartless people.

I learned to steel my heart to negations thrown under the guise of love. You can’t say love you have to do love.

My heart heals. I ate the universe after all. It was a strawberry in Rob’s dream. I love that man. I love how he experiences so completely. He was the first man to really get me. Or at least I felt got by him, loved by him. He didn’t say it he did it. The synergy of loving feeds my soul.

Be still my beating heart.