Where does your HEART go, dear HEART, when you HEAR The words “HEART TO HEART”?
My HEART goes to important conversations with those I love, including these two Scottish women with whom I share a very unusual HEART condition.
Whenever I’m in Edinburgh, I have a HEART TO HEART TO HEART with Vicki and Andrena. We all have congenitally corrected transposition of the great arteries (cctga), the rarest of congenital HEART conditions and we have a lot to say to each other. The odds of the three of us being in the same place at the same time are so astronomical, I don’t have the HEART to calculate it.
Do you see any other HEART TO HEART’s in my other HEARTfelt photos from yesterday?
I look forward to HEART TO HEART’s in the comment section, below.
Thanks — from my HEART — to my HEART sisters Vicki and Andrena, Vicki’s wonderful rescue dog Belle, Loudons Cafe, the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, those who celebrate difference, all who battle suicide, Gillian Skye (the excellent writer and actor of Come Die With Us, which touched my HEART), Tony Slattery, all those who forgive and learn from mistakes, and — of course! — YOU, my dear heart of a reader.
I immediately go to the people I refer to as “my heart beats” in this world. <3
You are one of those people for lots of hearts, Colleen.
You are kind Ann. So kind.
As always, it takes one to know one.
<3
Thanks for the sharing of YOUR heart. So very different from Iceland!
Thanks for your sharing your beautiful heart here!
My mind goes to those conversations I can have with those I am close enough to share my deeper experiences and thoughts with. Probably more towards the amazing people who I share with than the actual conversations.
Thank you for this heartfelt comment, Craig. <3
Your view of the world makes my heart smile, Ann.
I love our heart to hearts, Mark.
My heart fluttered when I saw you with Tony Slattery whom I’ve known since the first time I saw “Whose Line Is It Anyway?” The game was Authors, in which the cast had to tell a story in the style of various authors. Slattery’s pick was the Marquis de Sade. I repeated that to my friends several times because, as you know, imitation is the sincerest form of Slattery.
Thanks for sharing your clever heart, Chris.
I love those statue birds
Thanks for your loving heart, Alex.
Aww thanks. It’s long cared about you and your blog.
That must be your sock
I wear my heart on my sleeve and on my feet, Derrick.
🙂
What remarkable friends you’ve found in Vicky and Andrena. I can imagine that your conversations are warm and encouraging and full of shared “knowing.” Your story warms my heart!
You are a remarkable friend, Debra!
Such sad notes and scribbles. Was that a post of confession?
The scribbles are on the side of a suicide prevention installation. Very sad hearts on display there. Thanks for your caring heart, Maureen.
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