Lying in bed, ear against my pillow. Buh-dub. Buh-dub.
My heart beats in my head. Buh-dub. Buh-dub.
Soothing, calming, an orchestra of internal activity embodied in a single, reoccurring beat. Buh-dub. Buh-dub.
A primordial drum, beating in each of us. Buh-dub. Buh-dub.
Our personal metronome, our connection to musical beats. Buh-dub. Buh-dub.
Listen to your heart. Buh-dub. Buh-dub.
Listen to silence between the beats. Buh-dub. Buh-dub.
The spaces between the beats are what makes the beat musical. Buh-dub. Buh-dub.
Our personal connection between our thinking mind and our physical body. Buh-dub. Buh-dub.
Our personal connection to the universe, and our very existence. Buh-dub. Buh-dub.
I shift my head and can no longer hear or feel the beat. Sleep prevails in silence. I will forget the sound. I will not pay attention to my heartbeat again until my ear sits on my pillow in just the right way. Or when I vigorously exercise.
My heart will continue to work, to sustain me, to feed my cells with oxygen. I don’t need to hear it for it to work. I don’t need to hear it, but when I do it reminds me of how lucky I am. It reminds of how connected I am. It calms me and reminds me that I am grateful to be alive.
Buh-dub. Buh-dub.
Buh-dub. Buh-dub.
Buh-dub. Buh-dub…
