The heart of this post relates to my phoning many people from my high school class of 1970, last night.
My heart was hoping to reach as many classmates as possible, with a heart-felt invitation to attend our 45th reunion, in the heart of the North Shore of Massachusetts, USA.
Even though I haven’t spoken to most of my classmates in many years, all those I reached last night showed hearts that were kindly courteous and sweet (which helped me, somehow, with my heart-felt vow to give up cookies).
Somebody living in the heart of New York responded to my phone call last night, like so:
It’s been a long time.
How’s your heart?
For a heartbeat, my heart was surprised at that unexpected question. Then, I laughed and replied:
It’s funny you should ask. This year, things were looking kind of dicey, but recently I had an operation, and people seem to think I’ll be around for a while.
Then, we had this brief exchange:
Me: How’s YOUR heart?
Classmate: Very good.
Me: How’s the rest of you?
Classmate: Also excellent.
My heart felt good and excellent — after this brief, heart-centered talk — because the heart of it felt real.
In the past, my heart has worried that people see me primarily as somebody with a congenital heart condition. However, that conversation simply felt like an authentic, brief heart connection.
After I left several heart-felt phone messages, I had a heart-to-heart with my sweetheart Michael. I told Michael there are words in my heart I am NOT sharing with my classmates, as I inform them about the reunion.
Here’s what I’m not speaking from my heart:
This is our 45th reunion and I don’t know how much more time I, you, or anybody else has on this earth. Several people from our class, whom I wanted to see with all my heart, have already passed away. Please come to the reunion! We shared a lot of important times together, all those years ago.
I don’t share those heart-felt thoughts with my classmates because:
- People probably don’t want to discuss mortality, especially on a weekday evening with somebody they haven’t seen in decades,
- There’s much more relevant data I need to convey about the reunion — like where, when, and how much it will cost,
- In my heart, I really don’t like to pressure people,
- I avoid, if possible, causing even the smallest amount of heartache, and
- I’ve got a damn lot of high school hearts to contact, as soon as possible.
Here are some photos I recently snapped from the heart, in the hearts of Boston’s medical and baseball areas.
Which of those photos got to the heart of the matter, for you?
Going back to the heart-felt title of this heart-centered post, how’s your heart?
Thanks, from my heart, to all my classmates, to Michael, to all the hearts I witnessed connecting yesterday and to you — of course! — for the heart you bring here, today.