What condition is your heart in?
The Wizard of Oz is one of my all time favourite movies – lost count of how many times I’ve seen it, and how many times I’ve sung “Some where over the rainbow”.
To me it is interesting how our culture uses the term “heart”.
The heart is basically a pump, that is essential for the function of the rest of the body, moving all the blood around at appropriate pressures, supplying nutrients, removing waste products, transporting chemical signals, It is a very smart pump, and it is something within us that we can feel physically.
Because we can physically feel what our hearts are doing, they provide a kind of conscious level feedback to us of how our unconscious systems are functioning.
In this sense, it seems that the term “heart” has come to stand as a metaphor for all of the various unconscious and subconscious levels of systems within us.
For me, one of the things that it is important to get about our subconscious systems is that there are many levels of them. They are not one simple thing, they are a whole stack, a nest, of many different sets of things, and the metaphor of the heart is like an integration across all of those systems into a single function (the organ of the heart).
One of the interesting things, is that it is not the heart itself that is those systems, the heart is simply the place in which the effects of all those systems are most clear to the conscious. And once we start looking, we can find many other mechanisms for accessing information about the states of the many sets of subsystems that make our consciousness possible.
So my heart seems to be fairly good, both physically and metaphorically, and in the physical sense it is a bit out of shape, having not been worked much the last couple of years. Funny thing is, that as I am writing this, I have my running shoes on, and am about to go out for the first run in over 2 years. It will be a short one, and the first of many to come. Heart is in for a bit of a shock, like it hasn’t had for a couple of years.
In the metaphorical sense, it seems open. I am still crying at movies, still helping out strangers, still loving. That which does not kill us makes us stronger, or at least makes us more aware of the strengths that we always had, and either never suspected, or didn’t trust.