My Beating Heart

Heart Painting by Linda G

My afternoon was spent quietly at home in my living room.  I lit some candles and sat in the silence.  No TV, no music, no computer, no furnace blasting and then the refrigerator stopped. Total silence, I could hear myself breathing in and breathing out and I listened. And I listened.  At first there was a high pitch sound and then the, thump, thump - thump, thump of my beating heart.  It was as if I could feel the blood pumping into my ears.  I was in awe at the silence.  My mind wanted to wander, but I brought it back to the silence by listening to my breathing.  Slowly I began to hear my heart beat again, and I listened, I listened to my beating heart.  My Wonder Filled Moment was listening to the beat of my own heart.