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The Thoughts of a Heart in Surgery [Volume 1]
[Day 1]
I know that I feel more than I mention,
and that I struggle more than I smile.
I know that my joy is oft fleeting,
and my thoughts tend to run miles on miles.
If I examine the feast and the famine,
the storm and the silence within;
I begin to unravel the roads that I travel,
I begin to listen to my emotions.
I don’t have much practice or an ear for such talk,
quick to assume, I’m slow to be taught.
Though the learning be costive
and the hurdles exhaustive,
I’ve gowned up to dress down
this challenging ground.
These are my rambles, my brambles, my currency.
These are the thoughts of a heart that’s in surgery.
I recently heard this quote from a live lecture I was attending: “Our problem in our culture is that we think with our feelings.”
At first glance, I agreed. And I wasn’t alone. I glanced around the room and most people seemed to be nodding their heads as if we’d all just collectively had an epiphany. The speaker was…
