I sat in Lloyd Coffee Eatery yesterday looking at bodies.  Young ones, old ones; thin and fat; lean and blobby; smooth and wrinkled; white and brown and black.

No judgments … just a marvelling at the infinite variety.

I thought of the Spirit inside, and whether it reaches the outside.  What if we could see each other’s hearts as easily as their skin and bones?  Well … we can.  The openness or closeness comes from the eyes.

I decided to seek out paintings of the physical heart, in the realms of ease and disease.  Here are images that speak to me.  I wonder if they have things to say to you …

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You are all precious hearts