a quick sketch on a journal. I dislike exclamation points and hearts, yet I cannot seem to keep myself from the heart….oh my, I must be a student of the heart, a heart hearer, a ticker seer, a potential cooooounselor?–if you may.
“How’s your heart today?”
That would be my dad’s hackneyed question throughout my life.
My reply, “It’s not beating.”
Maybe there’s a lot of anger about the hackneyed heart and how it has been engaged. Thus, I keep making them…work. it. out Heather dear.
So I shall.